All Chapters of Claws Of Fate: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

CANE'S POVI stood outside the pack house, the darkness of the pre-dawn hour wrapping around me like a shroud. The air was crisp, the silence was heavy, and the tension was palpable. I could feel it in the air, I could taste it on my tongue, I could smell it in the wind.And then, I saw them. Derek and his team, emerging from the shadows, stepping into the dim light of the pack house. They moved with a quiet confidence, a sense of purpose, a determination that was almost palpable.My heart stirred, my pulse quickened, my soul lifted. Seeing Derek again brought a small flicker of hope to my weary heart. I had been running on empty for so long, running on fumes, running on instinct. But now, with Derek by my side, I felt a surge of energy, a rush of adrenaline, a sense of possibility.Derek's eyes met mine, and I saw it there, the same burning resolve that drove me, the same fierce determination to save Ava. We were united by love and anger, bound by our care for her, tied together by o

AVA'S POVI woke up to the sound of footsteps approaching the small cabin room, the creaking of the wooden floorboards beneath the worn carpet, the heavy tread of boots stopping outside my door. My body was weak, my stomach tightening slightly with discomfort, a dull ache spreading across my lower back. I tried to lift my head, but it felt heavy, like it was anchored to the thin pillow beneath me.The door creaked open, and Leah stepped inside, her eyes dark and cold, like two stones sunk deep into the earth. She moved silently, her footsteps light, her breathing shallow, as if she was holding her breath, waiting for something, anticipating something.There was something different about her this time, something in the way she carried herself, something in the way she looked at me. Her silence felt heavier, her gaze sharper, like a knife edge, cutting through the air, slicing through my skin.She stood there, watching me, studying me, her eyes roaming over my face, my body, my swolle

CANE'S POVI stood firm, my feet planted on the ground, my eyes locked on the task ahead, my heart pounding with anticipation. I was ready, I was prepared, I was determined. But Derek's sharp voice cut through the air, his words like a knife, his tone like a slap.He disagreed, he opposed, he argued. He didn't want me to go, he didn't want me to risk, he didn't want me to sacrifice. "Cane, you're too valuable," he said, his voice low, his words dripping with concern. "You're the alpha, you're the leader, you're the heart of the pack."I listened, I heard, I understood. But I also knew, I also felt, I also believed. This was my mission, this was my duty, this was my responsibility. I couldn't ask anyone else to take the risk, I couldn't ask anyone else to face the danger, I couldn't ask anyone else to make the sacrifice.But Derek wouldn't listen, Derek wouldn't hear, Derek wouldn't agree. "If you fall, Cane, everything is lost," he said, his voice rising, his words pouring out like a

LEAH'S POVI paced restlessly around the small cabin, my feet making soft creaks on the wooden floorboards, my anger simmering beneath my calm face. Every time I looked at Ava sitting quietly in the corner, her eyes cast down, her body frail, my hatred deepened. It was a slow-burning fire, a smoldering ember that threatened to consume me whole.Ava looked weak, pale, but still alive, and that made me furious. I wanted her to suffer, I wanted her to pay, I wanted her to experience the same pain I had felt. The pain of losing my own child, the pain of losing my own flesh and blood, the pain of losing my own future.I had thought that by taking Ava's child, I would be able to heal my own wounds, I would be able to fill the void that had been left inside me. But it wasn't working, it wasn't helping, it wasn't healing. The more I looked at Ava, the more I saw the life growing inside her, the more I felt my own anger and resentment boiling over.I had already poisoned the food days ago, h

AUTHOR'S POVJesse moved quietly through the shadows, his footsteps silent, his breathing controlled, his heart beating rapidly beneath his calm exterior. He was a ghost, a specter, a shadow among shadows, gliding effortlessly through the darkness.His heart was racing, his pulse was pounding, his senses were on high alert. He had taken down one of Leah's guards earlier, overpowering him swiftly, silencing him quickly, stripping him of his uniform and scent-marking himself just enough to blend in.The smell disgusted him, the stench of the guard's sweat, the reek of his fear, the odor of his loyalty to Fred. It was a foul smell, a putrid smell, a smell that made Jesse's stomach churn.But it was his only way into Fred's camp unnoticed, his only chance to infiltrate, his only hope to succeed. He had to do it, he had to wear it, he had to pretend.Jesse adjusted the uniform, his movements deliberate, his eyes scanning the surroundings, his mind focused. He was a guard now, a soldier, a