chapter 71

Pete's footsteps echoed faintly through the quiet hallway of the Morrow household as he carried Agatha gently in his arms. Her head rested against his chest, her breaths shallow and uneven. The front door creaked open, and Mrs. Morrow appeared instantly, her face etched with worry. "Oh my Moon! What happened to her?" she cried, rushing toward them, her hands trembling as she reached out instinctively. Pete carefully laid Agatha on the couch first, then readjusted her in his arms to carry her up the stairs toward her bedroom. His voice was low, hoarse with exhaustion. “Professor Dale… he betrayed us. He conspired with an outsider pack. They ambushed us last night during the Awakening Ceremony.” Mrs. Morrow froze mid-step, her eyes wide and her breath catching in her throat. "What? No... That can't be. Dale? But why would he do such a thing?" “I don’t know.” Pete shook his head, voice hollow. “But the attack was planned. Coordinated. They waited until the moment focus change on the

Last Updated : 2025-07-31

Chapter 72 - Part 2 - Rescuing Arraya Vale

"Father, you're back!" I said, hurrying across the room. My arms wrapped tightly around him as the familiar scent of forest and pine filled my nose. It had been weeks since I last saw him. "How are you, my boy? You look so thin," Father said with a smile, ruffling my hair like I was still a pup. He scanned the living room with that sharp gaze of his. It hadn’t changed one bit.I stepped back and asked, "When did you get back? You should have told me you were coming home." "I told the Beta. Figured he’d let you know," he replied, brushing imaginary dust off his dark coat. On the couch, Fenrik just sat hunched, his thumbs dancing over his phone screen. He hadn’t even looked up just acting like he wasn't even here. "Where is Mom?" he asked suddenly, his tone flat. Father turned sharply. "Don’t you have any respect, Fenrik? What are you even doing here in Packland? I thought I made it clear you weren't welcome here. I said not to show your face in this pack again." Fenrik dropp

Last Updated : 2025-08-04

Chapter 73

Agatha POV “I still don’t understand. Are you seriously telling me the professor was killed?” Linda asked, her brows drawn tightly together as she paced back and forth across my bedroom rug. She was on the phone with Ryan, and I sat on my bed, back propped up by pillows, a bowl of carrot soup in my lap, trying to focus on eating while my heart thumped in confusion and disbelief. “I swear on the Moon Goddess, Linda,” Ryan’s voice came through the speaker, rough and low, like he hadn’t slept at all. “After he scattered his son’s ashes, someone knocked me out cold. I didn’t even see it coming. No sound, no touch—just... blackout. And when I woke up, Professor Dale was dead. His heart—” Ryan’s voice cracked “—was ripped out.” I paused mid-spoonful, the warmth of the soup suddenly tasting like ash on my tongue. “But…” I whispered, “I thought all the wolves died last night. Who could’ve killed him?” Linda stopped pacing and looked at me, her lips parted in shock. “Exactly,” she mutte

Last Updated : 2025-08-05

Chapter 74

"We need to save her now, what are you guys waiting for?" Ryan shouted, pacing in the living room of the pack house. His chest rose and fell quickly, the veins in his neck twitching as the desperation in his voice echoed off the walls. It had been two days since Alpha Jethro returned with the devastating news. Arraya had been kidnapped by the Blackland wolves. "Dude, the Blacklands aren't just wolves," Fenrik replied, slouched on the couch, arms crossed. "They're mafias with silver guns. A silver bullet won’t kill them. They’re descendants of the Lycan King himself. Going there without a plan is suicide." Ryan stopped pacing and turned to face him, eyes flaring with frustration. "At least we should do something before it's too late! She's my mate—the love of my life. I can't just sit around. If it was Agatha, you'd be halfway to Blacklands already. And don’t forget, Arraya is your sister. You and Rhunar should be the first to move!" Linda gently touched his shoulder in an attempt t

Last Updated : 2025-08-06

Chapter 75

The warm scent of freshly brewed tea filled Beta Farron’s modest living room. The soft clinking of porcelain accompanied the tension that hung thick in the air as Alpha Jethro sat across from Farron, shoulders stiff with worry. Mrs. Farron, her face tight with sadness, set down a tray of steaming tea and biscuits on the low table between them, her movements slow and careful. "Your boys have left for the rescue," Beta Farron said, his voice low but steady. He leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping the armrest. Alpha Jethro gave a small nod, his face unreadable. "Yes. I'm glad that Fenrik is back. My boy has always had the fire in him. If anyone can help bring Arraya back from the Blacklands, it's him." He picked up the cup, the delicate china nearly trembling in his large hands, and took a slow sip. "Thank you," he added, glancing briefly at Mrs. Farron, who offered a strained smile before turning and disappearing into the kitchen. A long silence followed, broken only by the ti

Last Updated : 2025-08-07

Chapter 76

The wind rushed past the windows of the car as Fenrik gripped the steering wheel tighter, his jaw clenched, eyes focused on the road ahead. The late afternoon sun cast soft rays over the highway, painting the trees in golden hues. Agatha sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed, her face turned slightly towards the window. The tension between them was thick, choking the air inside the car. Linda, sitting in the back seat, remained quiet, sensing the storm brewing between the two in front."Okay, I know you're mad," Fenrik began, his voice low but steady, like he was treading carefully on broken glass. "But Agatha, I just wanted you to rest. That’s all. Letting you go on this mission is dangerous."Agatha didn’t turn to look at him. Her voice was calm but sharp. "Why?"Fenrik exhaled, tightening his grip again. "Well, you were almost killed. You needed the rest."He said it like a fact, but it lacked the emotion she was searching for. It wasn’t enough. She could feel it in her chest—the

Last Updated : 2025-08-08