All Chapters of Twice Marked,Twice Loved : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The roar of the approaching creatures shook the safehouse like an earthquake, their monstrous forms crashing through the underbrush outside. Gale stood in his wolf form, Kane's powerful body braced against the doorway, fur matted with blood from his wounds. The woman's sudden disappearance left a void filled only by the acrid scent of her dark magic, but the real threat was closing in—these beasts, summoned by the Crescent Order, their eyes glowing like embers in the night. They weren't wolves; they were abominations, twisted hybrids of shadow and flesh, their limbs elongated and jagged with bone-like protrusions.Levi and the warriors had pulled Autumn through the back exit, her silver light still flickering faintly as she glanced back at Gale, her face etched with worry. "Gale, come on!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos. But he couldn't leave yet; he had to hold the line, buy them time to escape deeper into the forest.One of the creatures burst through the weakened

The young man's sudden appearance sent a shockwave through the ruins, his silver-glowing eyes mirroring Autumn's as he grappled with the cloaked woman atop the altar. The dagger clattered to the stone floor, its crescent-etched blade humming with residual dark energy. Autumn stared, her heart seizing in her chest—the face before her was older, scarred, but unmistakable. Her brother, Elias Callisto, lost in the chaos of the war that had claimed their parents, presumed dead for years. Yet here he was, alive, his body lean and battle-hardened, his clothes torn and stained with the same ash scent that clung to the Crescent Order's minions."Elias?" Autumn's voice cracked, the silver light in her veins flickering as the bond with Gale pulsed stronger, anchoring her amidst the turmoil. The colossal entity below the ground roared in protest, its shadowy forms recoiling momentarily from the surge of their combined power.Elias didn't glance at her, his focus locked on the woman as he pinned h

Gina's dagger flashed in the dim light of the ruins, its blade etched with the same cursed runes that had plagued Autumn since the threats began. Time seemed to slow as Autumn twisted, her instincts sharpened by the newly forged bond with Gale. The silver light within her flared weakly, a protective shimmer rippling across her skin, but exhaustion from the ritual left her vulnerable. Gina's eyes burned with a fanatic gleam, her lips curled in a snarl that revealed fangs elongated by the Order's dark magic. "You stole everything from me," Gina hissed, her voice distorted, echoing the woman's earlier malice. "Nathaniel was mine—until you came along with your pathetic omega scent."Autumn dodged, the blade grazing her arm, drawing a thin line of blood that sizzled against the air. The pain was sharp, but it ignited something deeper—the Callisto legacy responding to the threat. She staggered back, her mind reeling from this new twist. Gina? The bully from her omega days in the Silver Pack

The vault's air grew thick with the scent of decay and betrayal as Autumn's father stepped fully through the portal, his once-familiar face twisted into a mask of corruption. His eyes, once warm and protective like Elias's, were now abyssal voids, swirling with the same dark energy that empowered Nathaniel. The ring on the pedestal hummed in response to his presence, its silver band etched with the crescent and arrow symbol, pulsing as if recognizing its true master. Autumn froze, her hand outstretched toward the artifact, Elias's blood still warm on her palm. The bond with Gale tugged at her, urging her to fight, to flee, but her body refused, locked in the shock of this impossible reunion."Father?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the humming runes and the distant roars of the entity stirring below. Marcus Callisto—presumed dead in the war, his body never found—stood tall, his frame gaunt but radiating power. His clothes were tattered remnants of the Silver Pack's warri

The portal’s shimmering light illuminated the shattered lair, casting stark shadows as figures emerged—tall, battle-scarred werewolves with eyes glowing a mix of silver and amber, their auras radiating ancient power. These were the guardians of the hidden packs, remnants of clans that had vanished after the war that claimed Autumn’s parents, sworn to protect the Callisto legacy from threats like the Crescent Order. Their arrival sent a ripple of hope through the chaos, their growls harmonizing with the fading hum of Elias’s dying light. Autumn clung to her brother’s body, his silver blood still warm in her hands, the mingled essence fueling her connection to Alina, who battled the grotesque child-vessel with ethereal ferocity.The child-thing, born of Gina’s unnatural pregnancy, loomed larger now, its void-like eyes pulsing with the entity’s power. Its form was a twisted mockery of a wolf pup, limbs elongated and jagged, skin rippling with shadows that devoured the light. It swiped at