All Chapters of The Black Wolf : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Vireya's POV I was fast enough to ducked lower into the shadows of the staircase, heart racing, ears ringing with panic. If they saw me…But the footsteps walked away, heavy and unhurried. I pressed a trembling hand against the stone wall, trying to calm my nerves. I slipped back into my room. My heart was thudding against my ribs, but I’d heard enough.That single conversation confirmed what I had begun to suspect. From what Due, the pack member, once revealed, I knew Xareth was hunting the former Alpha’s son. The one who vanished with a Heartstone no one had been able to track.That Heartstone. It wasn’t just another stolen piece of power, it was important. Critical. Perhaps the final shard in whatever twisted vision Xareth was building.But he couldn’t get it alone. He needed me. My thoughts flicked back to the blood moon, when he spoke of killing Zevarion before my eyes. He said my pain, my anguish, would unlock the full force of the necklace’s power.My hands began to tremble sl

Vireya's POV I returned to my room. The air was thick with that end-of-day stillness.When Siora came in with dinner, I closed the door behind her and whispered, “Strip. Give me your clothes.”She stared, confused. “What?”“Please, Siora. Just trust me,” I said, already untying the laces of my gown. She obeyed, we traded clothes in silence. I gave her my gown in return.“Eat the food,” I instructed. “Stay in this room. If you hear footsteps in the hall, quickly lay in bed and cover yourself. Don’t answer to anyone.”Siora swallowed nervously and nodded. “Okay.”I squeezed her hand once, then slipped out the door. The halls were quiet. I kept my head down and moved with Siora’s practiced gait, silent and dutiful.Once I reached the woods, the trees welcomed me like old allies. I exhaled the breath I’d been holding. Zevarion stepped forward from where he was sitting.I didn’t wait. I flung myself into his arms, and he caught me with a sharp inhale, arms wrapping tightly around my wais

Vireya's POV Panic clawed at my chest. I steadied my breathing and leaned in, pressing two trembling fingers beneath Zevarion’s nose.Warm air brushed against my skin, faint, but there. He was still breathing.I breathed out the air I didn't realise I was holding in, and I sank beside him, keeping my hands on his wound.Moments later, Siora emerged from the darkness, clutching a bundle of green leaves and roots.“What happened?” she gasped, dropping to her knees beside us.“He fainted,” I said, my voice low and hoarse. “I think it was the blood loss.”She exhaled a shaky breath of her own and quickly began working with the herbs, crushing them more between her fingers. The forest around us had gone eerily quiet, but my heart still pounded in my ears.I eased myself down, sitting beneath the thick trunk of the tree, and gently guided Zevarion’s head onto my lap. Siora helped stretch out his legs and ease the tension in his body.We worked in silence, me applying the crushed leaves to

Vireya's POV I frowned, staring at the glowing words on the page. “‘Sacrifice and love’? How is that an answer?” I muttered, frustrated, closing the book halfway and turning to Zevarion.“Try asking something else,” he said gently.I inhaled slowly, then wrote in the book ‘How do I tame my wolf?’A moment later, the response appeared in ink: ‘It is not yours to tame.’I blinked, my brow furrowing even deeper. “It's not mine to tame? Is this book broken?” I huffed. “Maybe the magic in this land is messing with it.”Zevarion shook his head slowly, his eyes thoughtful. “No. I actually think the book is at its fullest power here. Maybe you’re asking it the wrong way.”“How else am I supposed to ask it?” I snapped, though my anger was rooted more in exhaustion than him. “It’s giving me riddles instead of real answers.”“We’ve had a long day,” he said gently. “Maybe just put the book away for now. Rest. We’ll figure it out tomorrow I promise.”I exhaled sharply, the tightness in my chest n

Vireya's POV Xareth shed the boy’s body like a snake slipping from its skin, letting it collapse lifelessly in the forest clearing. By dawn, a pack member found him.There were no wounds, or blood. Just a still, cold body and a grief-stricken expression frozen on his youthful face.They assumed the truth was simple: he had died of heartbreak. Taken too soon by the weight of losing the girl he loved.Xareth had already returned to the demon realm, his eyes blazing with fury as he stormed into the obsidian throne hall of the Demon King.“I want war,” he declared, voice echoing like thunder across the burning stone floor. “The gods took her from me. She was mine!”The Demon King leaned forward from his throne carved of skulls and smoldering rock, his eyes twin pits of cold flame.“Do you truly believe you’re capable of love, Xareth?” he asked, voice low and amused.“I loved her!” Xareth shouted, his fists shaking. The demon court erupted in laughter, low, guttural, and mocking laughter