All Chapters of To Love The Hunters Daughter: Chapter 91 - Chapter 98

Evelyn Dawn broke cold and clear. I woke with my heart already racing, the knowledge of what today meant settling over me like a weight. Today, everything would change. Around me, the camp was already stirring. Warriors moving with quiet purpose. Horses being saddled with careful hands. Weapons checked one final time.  Rafe sat near the cold fire pit, staring at nothing. Through the bond, I felt his tension. I crossed to him, settling beside him on the log.  "Ready?" I asked quietly. "No." His honesty didn't surprise me. He never lied to me, even when a comforting fiction might have been easier. "But we're doing it anyway." "We are." He turned to look at me, eyes searching my face. "Last chance to change your mind. About leading." 

RafeThe council chamber felt like a trap.Three humans at the table—Garrett, Reyna, Marks—all watching me like I was a wild animal that might bolt. Four guards at the doors. Cole to the side, expression carefully neutral. And behind me, Cassian and Talia, both wound tight with tension I could feel through the pack bond.Evelyn stood beside me, her hand still in mine. Through our bond, I felt her hope, her absolute faith that this would work.I wished I shared her certainty."Sit," Garrett said. Not quite an order, but close.I remained standing. "I'll stand, thank you."His eyes narrowed slightly. "As you wish. Begin."Before I could speak, Evelyn stepped forward."There's something you need to understand first, about why my father became what he did."Garrett's attention shifted to her. "Go on.""I was always told my mother wandered too far into the woods one day. That she was killed by rogue wolves." Evelyn's grip on my hand tightened. "But that wasn't true. She went on raids with

Rafe The fortress gates opened at dawn. Twenty Order soldiers on horseback, armed and armored. Garrett and Reyna flanking Aldric at the front. Marks bringing up the rear, hand never far from his sword. And us—me, Evelyn, Cassian, Talia, and our small group of wolves—riding alongside the people who'd hunted us for generations. The irony wasn't lost on anyone. "This feels wrong," Cassian muttered beside me, low enough that only wolf hearing could catch it. "Every instinct is screaming danger." "Mine too," I admitted. "But we're doing it anyway." Through the bond, I felt Evelyn's anxiety from where she rode slightly ahead with Aldric.  He'd requested she ride with him, asked questions about the pack, about how she'd adapted.  That had to count for somet

Evelyn I woke to an empty bed. The space beside me was still warm, the furs rumpled where Rafe had slept. Through the bond, I felt him somewhere in the pack house—tense, focused, already dealing with Alpha responsibilities. I stretched, wincing at the soreness in my muscles. The past few days had taken their toll—travel, tension, the constant weight of being watched and judged. But today was important. Maybe the most important day yet. I dressed quickly in simple clothes—a tunic and leggings in earth tones. If I was going to prove to the Order I belonged here, I needed to act like it. Not like a prisoner or a guest, but like what I was. Their Luna. I headed for the kitchens, an idea forming. The communal kitchen was already bustling with activity. Several pack members were p