All Chapters of Save Me, Claim Me: Chapter 101 - Chapter 107

Tessa POVThe sky had turned the soft gray of early dusk, the kind that whispered of exhaustion and rain. But the battlefield was still and quiet, for the first time in hours.The scent of blood lingered. Burned ash clung to the wind from the pyres of enemies. But there was no more screaming. No more fighting.We had won. And yet… I didn’t feel victorious.I stood at the edge of the field, boots pressed into torn earth, watching the medics move between the injured. Some lay on stretchers, others sat with their backs to trees, arms slung around friends or healers, dirt and blood streaking their skin.They were alive. That was what mattered.I turned slowly, my gaze sweeping over the clearing where so many had fought and bled for our future.Victor barked orders with quiet efficiency, his voice lower than usual, more careful. Rylan helped the younger warriors unload supplies from the trucks, checking armor, making sure no one missed treatment. Galen moved like a ghost, eyes sharp and li

Dorian POVThe door sealed shut behind the last arriving Alpha. The night outside was cold and silent, but in here, the air burned with the friction of power, urgency, and exhaustion.We had three days.Three days to prepare for a war that had already begun.The large oak table in the center of the war room was covered in maps - territory lines, known Council sympathizers, communication routes, and stronghold locations. Pack flags were pinned like war banners over each region. Some were old, some fading. Others, like Tessa’s, had only just begun to rise.I leaned over the table, palms planted hard against the wood.“Let’s break it down,” I said, voice calm but edged with steel. “We need numbers. We need clarity. And we need to move fast.”Victor stepped forward, eyes sharp. “As of now, we’ve confirmed eleven packs solidly aligned with us - Red Hollow, Frost Hills, Shadow Pines, and the loner clans from the Northern Ice Verge among them. That gives us roughly four to five thousand wolv

Tessa POVThe moon was high by the time I slipped into our room. The heavy oak door clicked softly behind me.The windows were open, letting in cold mountain air, and the scent of war clung to everything. Blood. Smoke. Fear. But beneath it, there was something else. The scent of him.Dorian stood at the far edge of the room, shirt half undone, staring out at the darkness as if it might speak back. His shoulders were tense. Still wearing the weight of too many choices.I didn’t say anything at first. Just walked toward him until he turned and saw me.His eyes locked on mine.Something unspoken passed between us.A thousand words. A thousand aches.I moved first, hands reaching for the buttons of his shirt, and he let me. Wordless. Breathing harder now. When I pressed my lips to the center of his chest, he trembled.And then he broke.His mouth crashed against mine, hungry, desperate, full of every unshed fear he couldn’t say aloud. His hands gripped my hips, pulled me against him, and

Tessa POVThe air was crisp and sharp with pine when we left the estate grounds behind. The first rays of sunlight spilled between the trees like golden threads pulled from the heavens, illuminating a forest that had seen too much blood in recent days.I walked in silence beside Rylan, the two of us cloaked, weapons hidden but ready, footsteps careful on the damp undergrowth. The estate had faded into shadows behind us. Ahead was the unknown.Somewhere out here was the beginning of our resistance.The woods felt older the deeper we went. Wilder. Like something watched from the corners of the trees, testing the strength of our stride, the certainty in our breath. Even the birds seemed to hush as we passed.Rylan kept a steady pace, one hand resting lightly on the hilt of the blade strapped across his back. He hadn’t said much since we left. I didn’t press him. There was something sacred about silence in the woods. Something necessary.Instead, I turned inward.The forest gave me space