All Chapters of HIDDEN HOWL: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

TRINITYThe morning air was crisp, carrying a light chill that made me pull my sweater tighter around me as I stood on the front steps of the palace. A sleek black car, not sure what brand it is But it does look quite expensive. It idled on the circular driveway below, its engine humming softly. I watched as the guards loaded the triplets bags into the trunk, my heart sinking with each passing second.The sun was just beginning to rise, bathing the palace grounds in soft golden light, but it did little to chase away the sense of dread that clung to me. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to find some semblance of comfort, but the growing distance between me and the triplets felt unbearable.Xerxes, Nasir, and Liam moved with the kind of efficiency I’d come to expect from them, but even they seemed slower than usual, as if they were reluctant to leave. Xerxes caught my eye first, his sharp features softened by an expression I couldn’t quite place. He gave me a small nod, and I no

TRINITY The warm, buttery aroma of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen as I stood beside Lily, who was patiently showing me how to perfect a new recipe. Her instructions were clear, her movements practiced, and for the first time in what felt like ages, I found myself smiling at something so simple. My hands were covered in flour, and I had managed to get some on my cheek without realizing it.Lily chuckled, brushing her own hands on her apron. “You’re a natural, Trinity. Just a little more kneading, and you’ve got it.”“I don’t know about nature,” I replied, laughing softly. “But this is fun. I didn’t think baking could be so relaxing.”“It’s therapeutic,” she said with a wink. “And it’s good to know how to feed people. You never know when you might need to charm someone with a home-cooked meal.”Before I could respond, the kitchen door swung open, and in walked Xander.I stiffened immediately.“Smells good in here,” he said casually, his hands stuffed into his pockets. His sharp

TRINITYThe cool evening air nipped at my skin as I stepped out of the stables, saying a quick goodbye to Xander. Despite his earlier antics, I couldn’t help but feel lighter after our time together. For once, my mind had been free of fear and worry—if only for a little while.But my brief reprieve didn’t last long.As I walked back toward the palace, lost in thought, I nearly collided with someone coming around the corner. When I looked up, I was met with Luna Mira’s cold, piercing gaze.“Oh, it’s you,” she said, her voice dripping with disdain.I stiffened, taking a step back. “Excuse me, Luna Mira,” I said politely, attempting to move out of her way.She didn’t budge. Instead, she crossed her arms and stared me down, her expression twisted in something that could only be described as contempt.“You should watch where you’re going,” she snapped. “Though, I suppose someone like you is always in the way, aren’t they?”My stomach churned at her words, but I kept my expression neutral.

TRINITYA dull ache pulsed through my body as Lily carefully dabbed a cool clothes against my forehead. The events of last night played over in my mind like a nightmare on repeat—cornered by rogues, the fear gripping my heart, the sheer power of Alpha Nader as he tore through them like they were nothing. I had nearly died again. I hated how familiar that feeling was becoming.Alpha Nader stood near the window, his arms crossed, his sharp eyes watching me with a mixture of concern and something else I couldn’t quite place. Perhaps disappointment? I wasn’t sure.“You’re lucky I was nearby,” he finally spoke, his voice calm yet carrying the unmistakable weight of authority.I swallowed, not knowing what to say. Lucky? Maybe. But it didn’t feel that way.A knock at the door pulled my attention away from him, and I turned just as the door creaked open. My breath hitched when I saw the person standing there.“Aunt Lila?” I whispered in disbelief.The last time I had seen my aunt was a month

TRINITYIt wasn't even six in the morning yet. But here I was, in the training room with a resolve, I have no clue of its origin. All I knew was that whatever I was going to find out at midnight, I needed to be strong. Both physically and mentally. The training room was quiet, except for the steady rhythm of my breath and the dull thuds of my fists against the punching bag. The morning air still held a slight chill, but sweat clung to my skin as I pushed myself harder, my body aching in protest.I welcomed the pain.Every strike carried the weight of my past. Every punch was a silent vow to never be the helpless girl I once was.Weak.The word echoed in my mind, taunting me. I had spent years hearing it, feeling it, believing it. The pack had called me weak, the triplets had doubted me, and even I had convinced myself that I was nothing more than a burden.But that was before.Before they risked war to come back for me. Before my cousins hit me, tossed me around like I was nothing b