All Chapters of The Lone Wolf: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CHAPTER 111The storm howled overhead as if the moon herself were screaming.Scarlet’s magic flared again, the violet runes surging from her fingers like veins of fire as she tried to open a passage for Ophelia to go directly to the castle, but the earth resisted her pull. “Shit!” she cursed.“What’s wrong?” They chorused.“I think the wards in the castle haven’t been lifted. Just the others surrounding the north,” she replied.“What do we do now?” Richard asked.“I can’t port Ophelia directly to the castle, but I can take her close enough. That was the initial plan.” Scarlet replied. “You and I will rally as many allies as possible while she retrieves the relic.” She turned to Ophelia with a serious look. “I really hope you know what you’re doing.”Ophelia smiled softly. She didn’t know what she was doing. All that mattered to her right now was the relic. She was already close enough to it. She might as well retrieve it before leaving. The blood moon was in a fortnight, and they had

CHAPTER 113Scarlet sat on a boulder overlooking the frozen lake just outside the Pierce manor. The chilling wind went unnoticed by her as she stared absentmindedly at the vast expanse of land, her eyes focused on nothing in particular. She was lost in thought. There couldn’t possibly be a way she had a mate, right? She had spent so many years running away from her other identity, and now fate goes and gives her a mate. It was a cruel joke, and she didn't know what to do, what to feel, or even how to react.She knew she had work to do, a task to perform, and the time was short, but there was no way she could go and face her mate. What was she supposed to say to him? That she had worked with some bad people and had gone against them, and is now branded a traitor? Or that she had been working for the enemy for almost a century and helped them uncover some forbidden artifacts? Yes, her dealings may have only been with the priest, and she didn’t know much about their plan until she was se

CHAPTER 115Ophelia stood opposite Lucien, who was no longer in the body of Marcus but fully himself.Lucien now faced her in his true form, dark-haired, golden-eyed, taller than she remembered. No cruelty marked his face, only cold, calculating resolve. He didn’t come to play games; he certainly meant business and would erase her.He was forced to return to his own skin to heal from the burn of Scarlet’s fire. He couldn’t heal in Marcus’s form, and his strength was capped in Marcus’s form. Now in his skin, in his own flesh, his strength had returned in full, and his regeneration was unbridled.If she struggled against him in the woods as Marcus, then here, in this chamber, she stood no chance against him as Lucien.Who could have thought the relic was right under his nose the whole time, and that the woman would come for it when he was conveniently in his own skin? He was grateful for the priest’s fast thinking. Otherwise, they would have missed their chance to find her. He was not e

CHAPTER 117 Steel and claws met, and the room exploded into chaos. They clashed like titans, their movements brutal and precise. Richard would be proud if he watched her fight. Ophelia dodged the first few slashes, but whenever the blade came close enough to her, she could feel it tugging at something inside her. But she was faster, fiercer than ever. She wounded him, more than once, but he never slowed down or showed pain. He had just one purpose, and that was to end her life. Lucien’s blade lashed out, striking Ophelia across the side. She stumbled, pain flaring white behind her eyes. Her wolf surged forward, trying to heal, but her power wavered. “You’ve always been in my way,” Lucien snarled. “Even now, you still breathe while Aaron rots in some forgotten field.” Ophelia could feel a shift in the air as soon as he wielded the blade. It was no longer him in control, and he wasn’t toying with her anymore as he did during their last two clashes. This felt different, more intense,

CHAPTER 119The sanctuary was old, hidden within the Northern Forest, far beyond the borders where even the bravest warriors dared to tread. It was a sacred ground, pulsing with old magic, one of the few places left where rituals of life and death could be performed without interference from the fates.Richard carried Ophelia’s limp form through the stone archway, her body shuddering with every breath. Scarlet was right beside them, chanting under her breath, her hands glowing faintly as she did everything she could to keep the ever-spreading rot at bay. Nick and Olivia followed tightly from behind, supporting Marcus, whose steps were heavy, his consciousness fading in and out, but he refused to fall.They laid Ophelia on an ancient stone altar. She was pale, her lips tinged blue, black blood still seeping from the wound Lucien had inflicted. Her body flickered between forms-her wolf struggling to hold on, her human form weakening, and threads of divine magic unraveling chaotically ar