All Chapters of Fractured Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The sky above MoonClaw Pack looked like someone had spilled blue ink and glitter all over it. Lanterns hung everywhere, bobbing in the breeze, tossing light across the birch trees and making the courtyard look—honestly?—like a scene straight out of a fairy tale, if fairy tales had barbecue smoke and a bunch of sweaty werewolves. They were celebrating the warriors coming back from taking down some rogues. Everyone was laughing, someone was absolutely murdering the drums, and the air? Forget about breathing, it was just wall-to-wall roasted meat and herbs.But Evangeline Draven—Eva to her actual friends—wasn’t really feeling the party vibes.Tonight was her nineteenth birthday. Big deal, right? Except, for werewolves, it kind of was. Tonight was “find your mate” night. Supposedly magical, but Eva mostly felt her heart doing that annoying fluttering thing. Not because she was excited. Not really. Her heart was a mess anyway, always had been—a busted, traitorous piece of garbage that made

Man, that wind had a bite to it—carrying something raw, almost electric. Like, you know when a storm’s coming, and everything feels off? That kind of vibe. Something old waking up, and not the good kind of old either.Evangeline stood there, toes sunk in the dirt, just staring out into the wild forest. No fences, no neat little boundaries. Just a whole lot of "who the hell knows what’s next." She hadn’t exactly signed up for this new life, but—hell—maybe it was what she needed.Behind her, the camp was buzzing. People whispering, tents rustling. The RedHowl Pack—yeah, they’d finally started calling themselves that—could barely sit still. Guess the whole "red wolf" thing freaked everyone out. Mostly because she wasn’t supposed to exist, not really. But she did, and now, folks actually believed in something again. Yeah, seriously weird.“They’re still watching, right?” she muttered, practically burning holes in the floor with her stare—like if she just wished hard enough, it might open

The sky was on fire. Not literally, but you know, that insane gold you get right before the sun hauls itself up. The clearing was buzzing—people training, fixing busted boots, scrounging up breakfast. And Evangeline? She just heard her own damn heartbeat, way too loud, staring down that battered old boundary stone—Rogue land on one side, MoonClaw on the other.Yeah, she smelled it right away. MoonClaw had been here, and not just for funsies.She crouched low, picking up an arrow with that telltale black tip. MoonClaw all the way.Silas slid up behind her, voice low. “They’re warning us.”Evangeline didn’t even look at him. “Or poking the bear.”His jaw was set. “We’ll answer.”Back at camp, tension was thick enough to chew on. Drew was pacing like a caged wolf. “They crossed ten feet over! What if they’d caught one of our scouts?”Hann, ever the realist, just shrugged. “They want us rattled. This wasn’t random.”Silas, cool as ice, just said, “They’re scared.”Evangeline shot him a lo

Evangeline woke up way too early. The sky wasn’t blue yet, and her room was so cold. She just lay there, all dizzy, brain doing that half-dream shuffle. All these flashes—something red, those creepy silver eyes, somebody shouting her name. The voice? Weird mix of familiar and totally not. Maybe her brain was just glitching. Or maybe—hell, maybe it mattered. No way to know.The bed squeaked under her like it had beef. She grabbed the clothes Hann handed off yesterday—shirt, leggings, both worn so thin you could probably read through ’em, but hey, at least they didn’t pinch. Every muscle screamed “nope” as she moved. Thing was? She almost liked it. Pain, at least, was honest. Pain couldn’t BS you.Outside, the camp was shaking itself awake, sort of. Fires popping, shifters stumbling around half-dazed, a couple tents looking like a stiff wind could finish the job. Not even close to the pack she’d grown up with. No patrols, no bossy alphas yelling orders, no one pretending things were all

Selina’s out there, balanced right on the edge of this ancient stone ridge — wind blowing her coat around, hair dangling in her face. Down below, that river slices through the trees, all silver and mean, looking exactly the same as it did twenty years back. Nothing changes. Except her. Except everything.That day — the one she can’t forget, no matter how many bottles of cheap Merlot she downs — it was the day she made the call that wrecked her, but also saved her, maybe. Necessary evil, that’s what people say. She’s not sure she buys it.Her heart’s in her throat. Her kid’s out there somewhere. Alone. Different. Hunted.“Please,” she whispers. “Let her be safe.” But the universe has never answered her, not once. The Moon Goddess? Might as well pray to a brick wall. If she ever listened, she’s gone silent now.Memory hits hard. Flashback to the red wolf — oh, she remembers. Him in that clearing, all muscle and moonlight, eyes burning like gasoline on a campfire. Not exactly a talker. D