All Chapters of Bitten, Branded And Bare: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Third person POV The air in the healer’s clearing was still heavy with the weight of shock. The quadraduolet children, their voices still echoing the word mom, had vanished inside the small cottage again, leaving Kael, Atlas, and the soldiers standing frozen in the middle of the yard. None of them could quite believe what their eyes had revealed only moments ago. Lisa—once their castaway, their forgotten shadow—was standing before them, calm, collected, her face lined with something harder than mere time.No one spoke at first. It was Kael who finally found the strength to break the silence.“This… this is impossible,” he murmured, his voice hoarse, his eyes darting back and forth between Lisa and Atlas as though hoping one of them would laugh and say it was all a mistake. “Lisa?”She didn’t answer him. Not with words, not with warmth. Her gaze swept over the group the way frost creeps over glass—slow, suffocating, and cold. She stood with her ar

Enzo's POV I had been restless all night, pacing the length of my office until even Ash grew annoyed with me. Every time the guards updated us on the healer’s progress, my chest tightened. She was close now, only hours away from the border. I should have felt relief—our people’s survival depended on her—but instead there was a gnawing ache twisting inside me, an unnamed fear that made my palms damp and my heartbeat unsteady.When the horn sounded at dawn, announcing the healer’s arrival at the eastern border, Ash and I didn’t waste a second. We shifted halfway and ran, our wolves lending speed until the forest blurred around us. My heart hammered, lungs burning with anticipation. I couldn’t explain it, not even to Ash, who kept giving me sidelong looks as though he knew I was holding something back.But nothing—nothing—could have prepared me for what I saw when we reached the clearing.She stood there, her back straight, her face calm, but her pr

Lisa's POV I had finally finished my rounds at the infirmary. The scent of herbs and sterilizing tinctures still clung to my hands, even after I had washed them. My body felt drained, but my mind was restless. It had been years since I last stepped into this place, years since I had allowed myself to breathe the air of the pack, and yet, here I was again. The healers had looked at me with wide eyes, half in disbelief and half in gratitude, and I gave them what they needed—a steady hand, calm instructions, a reminder that they were not alone.But the moment I left the infirmary, my steps were no longer steady. My chest tightened. My heart pounded. I knew where my feet wanted to take me. No matter how much I tried to resist, I couldn’t stop them from moving. I had told myself countless times not to let myself fall into weakness, not to let myself look, but the bond of blood is stronger than any vow.I wanted to see my children.The hallways stretch

Third person POV The house was never quiet when four five-year-olds had a plan.By the time Lisa walked out of the kitchen that morning, she already sensed something unusual. Elias, Aria, Kael, and Lyra sat at the dining table in an unnaturally straight line, their small hands folded, their eyes following her every move like cats ready to pounce.“What,” Lisa asked slowly, narrowing her eyes, “are you four up to?”“Nothing,” Elias said far too quickly. He smiled with the sort of innocent grin that only made a mother suspicious.Aria nudged him with her elbow. “Shh, don’t give it away.”“Give what away?” Lisa placed her hands on her hips. “I know that face. You’re planning something.”Lyra’s little mouth trembled like she might spill everything right there, but Kael pinched her hand under the table. She squeaked but clamped her lips shut.“Just sit down, Mommy,” Aria said sweetly, patting the chair beside her. “

Third person POVThe room was unusually silent for a household that had grown accustomed to the constant chatter and chaos of four five-year-olds. Lisa stood by the counter, arms folded tight across her chest, her eyes fixed on the manila envelope that sat at the center of the long dining table. The air carried an invisible weight, heavy with something unspoken but deeply felt.Enzo leaned against the back of a chair, his jaw tight, his amber eyes flickering between the envelope and Lisa. Ash paced by the window, restless, his fingers tugging at the edge of his shirt as though his body needed movement to contain the storm of anticipation brewing inside him. Kael had his arms crossed, his broad shoulders squared as though bracing himself for impact. Atlas sat at the far end of the table, unusually quiet, his sharp eyes softening when they flicked toward the children who sat clustered together on the sofa, whispering to one another with the oblivious innocence only c