All Chapters of The Healer's Bond : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

The wind howled like a wounded beast outside the armored car, carrying with it the rancid stench of decay and blood. Emma sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her fingers clenched tightly on the reinforced dashboard. The landscape they drove through looked nothing like the world she remembered. Trees had withered into blackened husks, their bark cracked open like infected wounds. Roads that once connected towns and cities now splintered under the weight of nature's revenge and man's failure.Steve drove in silence, his jaw tight, eyes scanning every twisted figure they passed. Marcus was behind the wheel before, but had moved to the back to keep watch with Long, whose sharp eyes missed nothing even in the blur of motion.Their destination was Seattle. Their mission: rescue Sarah Myers. And their enemy? A world that had gone mad with infection and cruelty.The virus had spread faster than anyone could have predicted. Emma had heard the whispers back in Sterling Creek, the broken reports

The coordinates scribbled in Mason’s shaky handwriting burned in Emma’s memory as the armored car rumbled through the ruined world. Trees once full of life stood now as blackened husks, and the sky above had taken on a grim hue, as if mourning the death of nature itself.Marcus gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white as the vehicle bulldozed through the ever-thickening horde of infected. The armored car was modified for defense, but the sheer number of abominations they encountered strained its limits. Each impact made the frame shudder. Mangled werewolves slammed against the reinforced glass, screeching and gnashing as their deformed claws scraped at the metal.Sarah sat in the back beside Emma, her eyes wide, hands clenched around a stun-gun she barely knew how to use. Emma placed a calming hand on her shoulder, though she herself was anything but calm. “Just a bit further,” she murmured, more to herself than anyone else.Steve sat silently by the side door, his brows

The morning light seeped slowly through the misty canopy of the Vale of Thorns. Dew clung to the leaves like tear drops, and the smell of charred ash still lingered in the air—a solemn reminder that the nightmare had ended only hours ago.Emma sat alone at the edge of the clearing, her arms wrapped around her knees. She hadn’t slept. Her body was exhausted, her bones aching, but her mind wouldn’t stop racing.Sophia was dead. The virus had lost its queen. And the serum Mason Laurent created—his final act of penance—had brought about the fall of the monster he helped create. But the world beyond the forest still lay in ruins.She could still hear the sounds from the night before. The crackle of fire devouring Sophia’s mutated corpse. The guttural sobs Sarah had tried to hide in her sleeping bag. The way Steve had clenched his jaw as they piled rocks over the ashes like a grave.But it was done. It was over.Almost.“Couldn’t sleep?” Steve’s voice drifted to her softly from behind.Emma

Grimkeeper saw how everything played out from his seat of power and he did not like it one bit. His plans were falling apart and he needed to do something fast or else, his daughter would slip out of his grasp. He was surprised that Emma was this strong. He saw how adept she was getting at using her dark magic.He needed Emma to submit to him lest she would become more uncontrollable as the times wasted. He knew that the cursed Alpha of Sterling Creek was right when he accused him of being afraid of his daughter’s powers.Grimkeeper was an ancient god. As old as time itself. He had witnessed so many events in his entire existence and he had defeated many foes who had dared to challenge his reign in the Dark. He had enjoyed a long rule but like all being, he had grown bored of his existence and he wanted more. His desires were what got him here and now he was close to regretting it. But he knew that to give up was futile.He had seen the daughter if Mason inject herself with a part of

The woods had never felt so unforgiving. Thick fog clung to the damp forest floor like a living thing, curling around Emma’s boots and Steve’s heavy footfalls. The sun had vanished long ago behind a curtain of mist, leaving only a faint blue-grey hue that passed for daylight in this cursed place. Steve suddenly stopped. His frown was deep, his brows furrowed in confusion. Emma turned toward him. “What’s wrong?” He inhaled deeply, then again, longer this time. His golden eyes flickered, narrowing. “I can’t smell a thing. I don’t hear anything either. No wind. No movement. My senses… they’re not working.” Emma felt a slight chill crawl up her spine. “What do you mean?” “I mean I don’t know where we’re going,” Steve admitted with visible frustration. “We’re lost.” Emma reached for his hand, grounding them both. “No, we’re not.” Steve looked down at her with something close to disbelief. Emma pointed ahead. “The air here, the particles in it—they’re designed for infected