All Chapters of The Black Wolf : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Vireya's POV I watched in awe, frozen.“Is that...?” I whispered.Zevarion’s voice answered gently through the mindlink. “Yes, Vireya. That’s you, in your first life.”I stared at her, at me. So young, so innocent and so full of light.I’ll call her young Vireya, the version of me who didn’t yet know what it meant to be cursed, to carry destinies, or to war with gods.She wandered through the woods, humming softly to herself, until she stumbled upon someone broken and barely breathing.Zevarion.He lay crumpled against a mossy rock, his form bloodied, ethereal light barely flickering around him. He looked otherworldly, even in pain, he was bleeding but no blood, it was a golden liquid.And yet, young Vireya didn’t hesitate, she didn’t flinch at his strange appearance. Instead, she ran. She sprinted home and returned with a wooden cart, the wheels creaking, her breath heaving.From where I stood, watching, reliving, it made me giggle sadly. She was so small, and Zevarion was so heavy.

Vireya's POV The living book glowed faintly as the words etched themselves onto the page, each letter like a whisper from something ancient and beyond:He needs seventy-seven Heartstones. He absorbed six, five centuries ago. He has now claimed Seventy. The final Heartstone must come from the pack he currently occupies.I read the message aloud, my voice shaking as the words sank in.Zevarion’s eyes darkened. “That’s why he’s hunting the Alpha’s son the one who ran.”A chill coursed down my spine. “We can’t let him get it. If he does…”“He’ll complete the cycle,” Zevarion said grimly. “And once he absorbs the seventy-seventh Heartstone, the balance between the mortal and divine realms will collapse. His demon legions will rise without limit.”My heart pounded in my ears. “Then this is when the gods need to step in! He’s not even using the prince’s soul anymore, right? He abandoned it.”Zevarion nodded, jaw tight. “Yes. Once he consumed enough essence, he cast the prince aside and forg

Vireya's POV I was so glad to be in a place where Xareth couldn’t reach. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, I breathed without fear trailing behind each inhale.Zevarion and I sat on chairs that didn’t quite seem real. They looked like clouds, soft, pearlescent cushions that shimmered in the light and, unbelievably, felt like them too. As though we had been cradled by the sky itself.The shaman moved gracefully, placing delicate porcelain teacups before us on a floating crystal tray. Steam curled from the cups, scented with lavender and rosehips, calming and warm. Then she took her own seat across from us, on a chair shaped like a blooming flower, and folded her hands gently in her lap.“I’m Vireya,” I began, voice soft with awe.She smiled, her eyes twinkling. “I know. Your soul is bound to a divine being.”My breath caught. “That’s right,” I said, exchanging a glance with Zevarion.“I cannot remove the wolf within you,” she continued, her voice a gentle breeze, “but

Vireya's POV After we both showered, we returned to the kitchen to find grilled chicken waiting for us,perfectly warm, tender, and seasoned with spices I couldn’t even name. Perhaps magic had prepared it, or perhaps the cottage simply knew our hunger before we did. Either way, we sat at the little dining table and ate together, laughing in a way we hadn’t for so long, full-bodied, head-thrown-back laughter, as if the forest had peeled the weight from our souls.Night had fallen softly, but the darkness didn’t feel heavy. The cottage lit up with floating lanterns that hovered like golden fireflies, casting a warm glow across the wooden beams and stone floor. By the time we retreated to bed, the lanterns dimmed on their own, responding to the silence of the hour, their light soft and low. The whole room seemed to hum in a slow lullaby, inviting sleep.We sank into the bed, silken, soft, like lying in a field of clouds. Our lips found each other with an aching need, our bodies tangli

Vireya's POV After the incident with the image of myself. I tried to pretend everything was fine, but it wasn’t, and I felt it like a splinter beneath my skin.We were drifting, slowly, quietly, but undeniably. Neither of us said anything, as if silence could somehow hold us together. Days passed like muted shadows. We barely spoke. We stopped doing things together. We even went to bed at different times, our backs turned to eachother.And it was eating me alive.A terrible thought began to form like mold on my heart: What if he’s tired of me? What if Zevarion wants to be free, but doesn’t know how to say it?One morning, after he left for his usual hunting trip, a shimmer of golden dust twirled through the air in front of me. My pulse quickened.Another fairy.I rolled my eyes, snatching the nearest broom by the wall. “Say one more word about Zevarion or me and I swear, I’ll crush you with this broom,” I snapped.The fairy flinched and fluttered backward, her wings trembling like fra