All Chapters of Colorless: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Ciro's POV The hallway was dimly lit as I walked towards my suit. The air felt wrong; I needed to get to my mate.The world tilted. I blinked hard, but the hallway refused to steady. The light above the walls blurred into streaks of gold and shadow, and the ground beneath my boots seemed to sway like the deck of a ship caught in a storm tide. My hand shot out, catching the stone wall before I collapsed.What was happening to me?My chest heaved, breath shallow, ragged. The strength I'd always trusted—the raw energy thrumming in my veins like a constant drumbeat—was draining. It was like water spilling through cracked fingers, impossible to hold onto. Every muscle in my body screamed with fatigue, my legs trembling beneath me.This wasn't exhaustion. I'd fought through exhaustion a thousand times before—after battles, after endless nights on patrol, after pushing my body until it broke. This was different. This was wrong.A chill rippled through me despite the heat. My vision darkene

The rogue's leap sent Amaya crashing into me. We stumbled, my back hitting the wall hard enough to knock the air from my lungs. The beast's claws scraped the ground where we'd been standing seconds before, sparks flying against the stone floor. "Move!" Amaya barked, shoving me aside. She shifted, her body contorting, bones snapping as fur rippled across her skin. In the span of a heartbeat, Amaya's brown wolf stood between me and what I considered death. But the first rogue wasn't alone.Two more rogues burst from the shadows, snarling, their eyes glowing with hunger and madness. Together, three circled Amaya, snapping jaws echoing like thunder in the narrow corridor.My heart slammed in my chest as I backed up, panic flaring through me. I remembered my father's words: never show weakness. But I couldn't help the fear that coursed through me as I stood helplessly, watching my friend battle. Amaya fought with a ferocity I'd never seen, her fangs tearing into one rogue's shoulder eve

"Falcon!"My sob still echoed through the corridor when heavy boots thundered against the stone. Guards poured into the hall, weapons drawn, eyes wild with panic. The scent of blood—his blood—hung heavy in the air, choking me.I cradled him tighter, my cheek pressed to his cooling chest. If I closed my eyes, maybe I could pretend he was still alive. Maybe I could pretend his last breath hadn't just left him in my arms. Maybe I could tell him the warmth his words used to bring me. Maybe I could tell him I saw him as a father too. Just maybe. Then a voice, sharp and venomous, sliced through the silence."She did it!"My head jerked up. Through blurred vision, I saw Tilda standing among the guards, her lips twisted into a cruel sneer. Her finger was outstretched, pointing directly at me."She killed Beta Falcon!"The world tilted. My throat closed, but no sound came out. I just shook my head, clutching Falcon tighter, as though that would prove anything.A murmur rippled through the gua

The cell was cold, damp stone pressing against my back as I sat in the corner, knees drawn to my chest. The metallic tang of blood and dirt clung to me no matter how hard I tried to scrub it off. My hands still shook, even days later, with the memory of Falcon's body collapsing into mine—his warmth fading too quickly, his voice breaking as he spoke of a daughter I would never know.Amaya sat on the opposite side, silent, her eyes red but dry. She had cried herself out long ago. Now, she only watched me, worry etched on her face.I couldn't cry anymore. My grief had folded inward, a hard stone lodged deep in my chest. I felt hollow, but restless. My fingers traced idle patterns in the dirt, my body desperate to do something—anything—yet trapped within four walls that smelled of rust and hopelessness.I thought of Falcon's words. You remind me of her. That smile, fleeting yet real, even as his life slipped away. He had died protecting me, and I had done nothing—nothing—except watch. My

Ciro’s POV The room felt wrong without him.Falcon's presence had always filled this space—steady, grounding, unshakable. Now the chair beside mine was empty, and every time I looked at it, the ache in my chest deepened. It wasn’t just sadness, it was anger. A thirst for vengeance, to bring those responsible to their knees. I had been drugged while my pack was attacked, all my guards mysteriously fell asleep, my mate arrested and my beta killed. I clenched my jaw. Isabella stood where Falcon once had, her hands clasped behind her back, her jaw set in grim determination. She was capable, smart, loyal but she was not him. No one ever could be.Still, she met my gaze without flinching. "The murmurs are getting louder," she said, her tone clipped, professional. "The people are restless, Ciro. They want answers. They want blood."So did I. I dragged a hand over my face, exhaustion weighing down every muscle. "They'll get neither. Not like this.""You can't ignore them," Isabella pressed