Todos los capítulos de Feral Claim: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 16

EVIEMy fingers clutched the towel tighter against my chest, but it did nothing to shield me from him. From his silence. From the weight of the words he wasn’t saying.“What’s a pack?” My voice cracked, rising like it was scraping out of my throat. “Who was she? Why are you hiding me?”Lucian’s eyes burned, his jaw working like he was chewing on words he refused to let out. He didn’t answer. He didn’t even blink.“Say something!” My voice broke, filled with desperation m. “You told me people want me dead, but you won’t tell me why. You say I’m not nothing, but you treat me like I don’t even deserve the truth.”His chest heaved. He took one step toward me, hands lifting as if he meant to hold me, soothe me — but I flinched back before he could. His hands dropped, curling into fists.The silence between us was unbearable, louder than any scream.“You don’t get it,” he said finally, his voice rough and right.“No,” I spat, my nails digging into the towel until the fabric cut at my palms.

L U C I A NThe scent hit me before Ronan’s words ever did. My wolf’s hackles rose, teeth scraping my gums, a sound ripping out of me that had nothing human in it.“Lucian—” Ronan burst out of the shadows, face pale, chest heaving like he’d been running for miles. “She’s—she’s gone.”For a heartbeat, the words didn’t land. They couldn’t. My blood slammed in my ears, drowning everything else, until I caught the frantic edge in his scent—panic, guilt, the stench of fear.“What do you mean gone?” My voice was already breaking, more growl than sound.Ronan staggered back half a step, hands up like he expected me to tear into him. “I went to bring her food. She wasn’t there. I—I followed her trail as far as I could, but it…it led toward the pack house.”The pack house.The sound that tore out of me rattled the trees. My wolf surged so close to the surface my bones ached. I shoved past him, fury burning through me, vision tunneling to a single truth—she’d gone where I told her never to go,

E V I EI woke to a ceiling I didn’t know.White. Blurry. The smell of antiseptic burned my nose, but beneath it was something else—smoke, leather, earth. It made my chest tighten.My heart started racing before I even moved.There were voices somewhere outside the door. I tried to sit up but pain shot through my ribs hard that a whimper broke out of me before I could bite it back.Then the door opened and he was there. Broad shouldered filling the frame like a wall I couldn’t get past. His eyes caught mine and held them. Dark. Steady. Like he’d been waiting.I shrank back, pressing into the pillows.“Hey,” he said quietly, stepping closer. His voice was deep, calm and almost gentle. “Don’t move too much. You’re safe.”Safe. My throat closed on the word. I forced my voice out, hoarse. “Where… where am I? Who are you?”He came closer, slow, like he thought I might bolt if he moved too fast. When he reached the side of the bed, he set one big hand carefully on my arm. His thumb brushed