All Chapters of Forsaken by the Alpha: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Silence did not return after the crack in her bones. It deepened.Selene stayed on the floor, but her body no longer belonged to stillness.It shifted on its own. Weight redistributed, balance corrected, posture lowered without instruction.Not human adjustment. Animal alignment.Her breathing changed first. Not slowing. Reorganizing. Like something inside her had replaced how lungs were meant to work.She tried to think of her name. But the thought never completed. Something inside her rejected it halfway. Not violently. Naturally. As if it no longer applied.Her head turned sharply toward the corridor. Not because she chose to, but because the sound pulled her attention. Every heartbeat outside the cell was now separate, identifiable, ranked in importance.She knew it without thinking.That realization did not come as a thought. It came as a fact.Selene pressed her palm against the wall. But even that felt wrong now. Her sense of touch had changed—stone was no longer “cold surface.

“…The servant girl.”The words settled heavily into the corridor.For a moment, no one moved.Then Damian turned sharply toward the confinement wing.Fast.Controlled.The guards immediately stepped aside as he passed.Liam followed close behind, tension already tightening across his expression.Another low growl echoed faintly from deeper below.Not human.Not entirely wolf either.Something between restraint and instinct.The deeper they moved into the lower confinement corridor, the more obvious the damage became.Claw marks carved deeply into the stone walls.Broken cracks spreading through the floor.Bent iron bars.One of the torch brackets had been torn completely from the wall and now hung crookedly beside the cell entrance.Silence filled the corridor again afterward.Heavy.Contained.Like the danger inside the confinement chamber had merely paused to breathe.Then Damian saw her.And stopped.The wolf stood at the far end of the cell beneath the fractured shaft of moonlight

The alarm did not sound like war.It sounded like interruption.A break in order.And in Silvermoon, that was more dangerous than violence.Within minutes, the lower corridors of the castle shifted into controlled movement. Wolves moved with precision, not panic—armor adjusted, routes assigned, tracking formations prepared.But beneath it all, something restless lingered.Not confusion.Instability.Liam stood over the stone table marked with the forest grid, already issuing commands.“West ridge sealed. East corridor remains open for tracking units only. No one crosses the southern boundary without clearance.”A guard nodded quickly and moved.Another stepped forward.“Beta… the southern border units are reacting.”Liam’s eyes lifted.“Define reacting.”The guard hesitated.“The newly turned wolves. They’re unstable. Pacing, agitation, loss of control in some cases.”Liam’s expression sharpened slightly.“Contain them,” he said firmly. “Keep formation tight. Do not let instinct overr

Silvermoon had not returned to normal after the pursuit began.It only became quieter.And somehow, that felt worse.The castle corridors no longer carried their usual rhythm. Conversations lowered when footsteps approached. Servants moved carefully, eyes avoiding one another for too long.Because everyone had heard it.That howl.Even those who did not understand what it meant had felt what it did to the pack.The full moon still hung above Silvermoon, pale light spilling through the high windows of the eastern hall. Shadows stretched long across the stone floor, restless beneath flickering torchlight.Near the servant wing, whispers moved faster than orders.“They said the dungeon bars were damaged—”“No first-shift should have that kind of strength—”“She escaped past the lower grounds—”“Was it really her?”Maela turned sharply toward the younger servants.“That’s enough.”The girls immediately lowered their heads.Maela rarely raised her voice.Which made it worse when she did.O

The forest did not feel unfamiliar anymore.It felt alive.Selene moved through it without understanding how her body already knew where to step. Wet earth pressed beneath her paws. Fallen branches cracked softly beneath her weight before disappearing behind her again.Everything moved faster now.Cleaner.The wind no longer brushed against her skin.It carried information.Scents layered over one another endlessly. Trees, moss, distant water, wolves, territory markings old and new. Her senses pulled at everything at once, overwhelming and natural in the same breath.But none of it felt wrong.For the first time since the change began nothing inside her felt trapped.Her body stretched forward through the forest line again, powerful muscles moving beneath moonlit fur with frightening ease. She leaped over broken roots without thought. Landed smoothly. Kept moving.Faster.The full moon followed overhead, silver light slipping through the trees in fractured pieces.Her wolf welcomed it