Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sinister Storm: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

LUCAS’S POVKael shut the door behind him and leaned against it. The action made him look like he was trying to keep someone from getting in, but he wasn't. His usual easy grin was gone, replaced by a grim set to his jaw.“There’s been no word man,” he said without preamble.I was sprawled on my bed, one arm over my eyes, but that made me sit up. “Nothing?”“Not a damn thing,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve been to three allied packs this week and talked to their Alphas. None of them has seen your dad or even seems to care.”The last part made something in my stomach twist. “What do you mean, ‘don’t care’?”“I mean…” Kael’s voice was laced with disbelief, like he still couldn’t wrap his head around it. “They think Dominic got what he deserved. Those were their exact words, man. They said there’s no reason to go against Dalton when he’s not causing trouble for them.”I let out a humorless laugh. “Figures.”Kael frowned, stepping closer. “You’re not surprised?”I wa

Xane’s PovI blinked against the harsh ceiling light, wincing as the sharpness of the lights gave me an instant headache. I shut my eyes tight as the echo of my mom’s soft and worried voice reached my ear.“Baby? Xane? Baby, are you okay?”I groaned and turned my head toward her. Everything felt heavy, like my body had been wrapped in wet blankets. My mouth felt so bitter like I had swallowed a truckload of Pain meds. “You’re awake.” Relief softened her features as she sat forward and brushed my hair back from my face. “How do you feel?”“Like I got hit by a truck,” I muttered, my voice hoarse.Her mouth pressed into a line. “Well, there isn't much difference between what you passed through and that.” She stood too quickly and started fussing with my blanket, adjusting my pillow like I was a kid. “Hold on, let me call the doctor. I want them to check you again. Just to be sure.”I didn’t argue with her, fighting her right now would take more energy than I had, and honestly, I didn’t

Bennett’s PovThe buzzing of my phone dragged me out of sleep. It sounded like a mosquito was performing in my ear. I groaned, groping blindly across the nightstand until my hand closed over my phone. The screen burned my eyes, the light too bright in the dim morning light.My eyes focused on the phone and then I froze.Incoming call from Xane.My heartbeat stuttered, and the sleep I had been in was completely forgotten. His name lit up in sharp white letters, a message beneath it.‘Come pick Lucas up. He’s fast asleep here.’I sat bolt upright, raking a hand through my hair. My throat went dry. Xane was awake? I had no idea. The Last I heard, he was still under, fighting to purge the wolfsbane that had nearly killed him. Relief rushed in first swift and dizzying—followed by the heavy weight of worry. Lucas had been with him all night?I thumbed out a reply before I could think too much.‘I’m coming.’There was no time to hesitate or even ask questions, I needed to move.I threw back

Lucas’s povThe weather was gloomy today.The burial site looked like something out of an old black and white film. The sky was low and heavy, clouds rolling across in slow waves that seemed to smother any trace of color. Even the flowers looked dull in the gray light.I stood off to the side with Bennet, close enough to look like I belonged but far enough that I felt like an intruder. That was the thing,I didn’t feel like a fiancé who just lost his fiancée, I felt like an actor caught in the wrong role, waiting for someone to notice and drag me off the stage. I felt like an intruder.Brittney’s parents stood at the front. Her mother’s soft sobs floated through the quiet graveyard, her handkerchief pressed against her trembling lips. Her father stood stiffly beside his wife, rigid and stoic, and didn’t move except to tighten his jaw now and then.My mum stood a few rows back with Bennett’s parents and his sister Zoe. Her eyes were red but dry, her posture rigid like she was holding h

Discharged Lucas POV The funeral had left me feeling like I was walking through fog—thick, suffocating, and disorienting. I'd gone through the motions, stood where I was supposed to stand, said what I was supposed to say, but none of it felt real. Brittney was gone, buried in the ground while people who barely knew her said beautiful things about a future she'd never have. And I'd stood there feeling like the worst kind of fraud, because even in death, I couldn't give her what she'd wanted from me. Now, standing outside the hospital with a container of my mother's lasagna in my hands, I felt like I could finally breathe again. Xane. I needed to see Xane, to make sure he was really okay, that the wolfsbane hadn't done any permanent damage. That's what I told myself, anyway. The truth was more complicated—it always was when it came to Xane. I pushed through the hospital's main entrance, nodding at the receptionist who'd seen me enough times in the past twenty-four hours to recogn