All Chapters of HIDDEN HOWL: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

TRINITYA chill ran down my spine as I stared at Luna Mira, her cold, calculating gaze unwavering. The silence between us stretched, thick with unspoken tension. My heart pounded, not from fear, but from the burning curiosity and anger bubbling within me.“Luna Mira, what are you doing here?” I finally asked, my voice steady despite the unease settling in my gut.Luna Mira smirked, tilting her head slightly. The way the moonlight illuminated her features made her look even more menacing.“I was the one who demanded you come here,” she said smoothly.I stiffened.The letter…I had thought it was from my aunt Lila, but it had been her all along.“Why?” I asked, my hands clenched into fists.She stepped closer, her piercing gaze never leaving mine. “Because you deserve to know the truth.”The truth? What could she possibly know about my parents that I don't?I swallowed hard, my breath hitching slightly. “What truth?”Luna Mira’s smirk widened, as if she were savoring the moment. “Tell m

MAIAI had never felt such relief in my life.Trinity was finally dead.I could scream out with joy. I have always hated her, ever since we were children. She was always such an attention seeker, never did understand her place.She was such a disgrace, I can't believe she was even related to me. To have such a weak and inferior creature share the same blood as me, how disgusting!I blame my aunt for her existence. The second she found out that her mate was a human, she should have rejected him on the spot!How could she allow something as stupid as love stop her from achieving great power? It really is such a shame.But at least now she can be with her worthless daughter.The thought sent a rush of satisfaction through me as I lounged in the common room, sipping from a goblet of wine. My sisters, Amara and Selene, sat across from me, their eyes gleaming with triumph. Luna Mira sat at the head of the room, calm as always, though there was an unmistakable sharpness in her gaze.“I can’t

LIAMThe sound of my boots echoed through the dimly lit halls as I stormed toward my mother’s chambers, my pulse hammering in my ears. I had never felt rage like this before—never felt such a consuming fire burn beneath my skin.I was always the calmest among my brothers. The rational one. The one who sought peace before war.But right now?There was no peace.Only fury.The guards at her door stepped aside immediately when they saw me approach, sensing the storm brewing inside me. I shoved the doors open without hesitation, the heavy wood slamming against the walls.My mother stood by the grand window, bathed in the moonlight, sipping calmly from a glass of wine as if she hadn’t just tried to have my mate murdered.She turned her gaze toward me, arching a brow. “Liam, what is the meaning of this?”I clenched my fists, stepping further into the room. “Why?”Her expression remained composed, but there was the slightest shift in her eyes. “Why… what?”I took another step closer, my brea

Trinity’s POVThe royal library was a world of its own—tall, arched ceilings cloaked in silent shadows, the faint scent of aged parchment and polished mahogany drifting through the air like a comforting embrace. It was much colder here than in my room, and yet I felt oddly more alive. Surrounded by books with titles like Mystics of the Moon, The Forgotten Bloodlines, and Lunar Heritage: Gifts from the Goddess. Honestly it didn't feel like I was still trapped in a palace, rather in a world of paradise.Liam and I had spent the better part of the morning flipping through pages, piecing together fragments of ancient knowledge in a desperate attempt to understand what was happening to me. According to what Liam had told me, I killed a bunch of wolves with just a flick of my wrist.How was that even possible?Was I some kind of witch or something?I sure hope I am. I know a bunch of stuff I would love to do with the magical abilities of a witch. A small, evil smile lifted my lips at the t

Trinity's POV I woke to the empty stretch of silk sheets beside me. The realization hit me like a cybertruck, the warmth was gone and so was he.I reached across the bed anyway, fingers curling into the dent left by Nasir’s body. Disappointment tightened something in my chest. I didn’t know why I expected him to stay.Maybe because, for the first time in forever, I hadn’t woken up from a nightmare. Maybe because his arms around me had felt safer than any walls ever had. It filled me with so much comfort, I never wanted it to end.But of course, good things never last.I sighed, dragging myself out of bed. The early sunlight filtered through the curtains in lazy gold streaks. Everything felt too quiet.The hot spray of the shower didn’t ease the ache behind my ribs. My muscles remembered the way I had collapsed between my parents’ graves. My heart remembered too.When I stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a robe, I moved toward my closet, towel drying my hair with one hand. I was