All Chapters of Mate Rebound : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Lyra’s POV~I stood in the dim lantern-lit room with my shoulder burning under its bandages, the days-old blade from the Bloodhound scout’s grip a dull, constant throb, my hazel eyes flashing like the fierce, restless throb of my awakened wolf, its power echoing Elara’s, my twin, the mirror of my soul, the sister I had only recently found and would do anything to keep. Traversing the threadbare wooden floor in little more than a playful parry, swinging lightly with a training blade, her auburn hair dancing in the shimmer of the lantern’s golden light, her hazel eyes alight with a resolve that flickered against her weariness, her laughter a rare and transient sound that would warm my heart like nothing else could muster. Damien was pacing along the wall beside me, his dark eyes growing soft as he looked at her; his love—gentle, devoted, strong—was a thread of light through the darkness; our mate bonds a constant flame through the turmoil; it gave me courage; an ideal of love I’d destro

Roland's POV~My arms rested on a jagged splintered post, my body shaking with exhaustion, silver poison from the Alpha’s claw burning through me, eating away at my strength, my gray wolf sluggish and stirring within me, growling its resolve to fight. Julian was there, sprawled on a cot beside me, his chest rising, fragile breaths, the healer saving his life after his heart had stopped, gray eyes half open, clouded with agony and guilt, somehow still alive, a miracle I held onto like a lifeline in a storm. The Alpha’s path was savage and one now of instinct, leading away from the camp, its feral scent of blood reaching a Silver Veil lab buried deep in the frost-crusted Vellex woods, a fortress of secrets that fed the monster who had been born of Elara and Lyra’s twin blood, the nightmare we’d all brought into this world. Elara and Damien’s connection, their silent faith that I’d seen practiced in the safehouse, their joined hands, was a lighthouse in my thoughts, a picture of love th

Lyra’s POV~“Is... is help coming?” Jasmine’s pained gasp drifted in the frozen air. Her wrists were bleeding where the steel chains of Silver Veil cut into her flesh. Her blood fell upon the rune, and the Alpha’s red burning eyes shone out of the clearing at her.I pushed away from the cot, pain blazing through the wound in my chest. The bandages tightened on me. The Alpha’s howl shook the pines, silver fur shining. But it was Jasmine’s bravery — her blood as the bait for the trap — that kept me there.Caspian leaped forward as his knife cut through the chains, releasing her. He was covered in blood as he screamed, “Jasmine, hold on!”As the silver nets held the Alpha in check. The monster lashed and roared and failed.I fell on all fours next to Jasmine, panting, my body feeble. The poison of the ritual's shard still burnt in my veins.Elara was holding hands with Damien. Their bond was my hope. My reason to fight. The cabin walls shuddered under the weight of the snow. The stink of

Elara’s POV~I felt cold as I arrived at the cleared patch of snow, the only sounds I could hear were my shallow breathing and my heart. Jasmine was still chained, her blood falling into the snow. Her black fur had dulled, and her eyes were filled with pain and weariness. But she was alive.Barely.Next to me, Lyra swayed on her feet, with the ritual shard secured to her arm. She leaned against me, her breath short. I leaned into her and she leaned into me, each of us bracing the other. Our twin bond had always been strong, but tonight it felt different.Roland surrounded the perimeter of the clearing. Winifred clawed her way in from the other side, her knife shining. Caspian snarled and prowled around like a caged beast. He was injured by the sniper shot, his limp hardly noticeable in his tawny wolf form, but he growled, a sound that reverberated through the snow.And then there was Sabrina.Bleeding, one hand pressing the place in her stomach where the bullet had entered, but still

Lyra’s POV~The snow had never seemed so clean. We gathered in a circle around the grave. Sabrina’s body was tied in dark wool, her hands crossed with the ritual key balanced between two of her fingers. Her lips were pressed together but they no longer seemed to be punctured with pain. She looked... peaceful.Too peaceful.I watched the wind draw her hair gently across her cheek — the same cheek she’d once turned away from us, and now — turning toward us in surrender.Roland held a torch. He didn’t say anything. None of us did.Not yet.Jasmine stood rigidly beside him, arms crossed, shoulders squared. Her face gave nothing away. Not sorrow. Not relief. Not the chaos that I was certain must be raging below.Winifred’s arm remained in a sling. She blinked and blinked as if she didn’t want to cry. Caspian hovered near Jasmine. Damien’s fingers had brushed Elara’s arm once, but he’d said nothing.I stepped forward.The snow crunched under my feet.“I never felt like though I could trust