All Chapters of Fractured Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 35

The moon was out, bold as hell—couldn’t mind its business if it tried. Everything below looked sharp and jagged, like the world just got outlined in cold neon. Trees doing their best haunted house impression, all clawed branches and drama, eavesdropping on her bad mood. Wind kept poking at her, too, like it had nothing better to do, making the leaves gossip and hiss. Evangeline stomped along the edge, boots crunching dead leaves and, honestly, probably some unidentifiable grossness. Wolf senses buzzing, skin prickly, but she played it cool. Or tried to.Truth? She just needed out. Head was a blender, thoughts all chopped up. Maybe she’d scream at the sky, maybe not. Maybe just stand there and let the dark chew on her for a while. Anything but self-destructing under all that thinking.Back there? No thanks. That place was a pressure cooker—war drums in the background, people scheming, everyone whispering about “fate” like it’s this contagious rash. Eyes on her, waiting for some miracle

Location: Hollowmere Glade – Verdant Circle Territory (Witch Clan)Man, the fog in Hollowmere didn’t play around—it wrapped around RedHowl’s crew like some overenthusiastic ghost dog. Evangeline yanked her cloak tighter, nerves prickling. This forest? Yeah, it had a vibe. Old, hush-hush, like it was hiding every nasty secret from a hundred blood rituals no one wanted to talk about.Hann, never the subtle type, muttered, “Magic stinks in this place.” His hand hovered near his sword, just in case the trees got any ideas.Silas shut him down real quick. “Show some respect. We’re guests here. We need them, not the other way round.”Hann just grunted—classic.So, six of them—Silas in front, Evangeline right behind, Hann, Selina, Nox the scout, and Drew (still limping from the last scrap with rogues, but Silas insisted he come anyway). Ariella? Nowhere in sight. Evangeline figured that was about power, not absence.In the center of the glade, they hit a circle of mossy old stones, all gathe

RedHowl Territory – Northern WatchtowerAriella, man, she was born with the cheat codes for getting her way. Little tilt of the chin. Hold a gaze just a beat longer than polite. Sigh like her heart’s made of glass. She’d figured out the game before she could even shift—knew most wolves needed to feel important, not just wild.Difference was, she never needed anyone. Not really.And yet—look at her now. Northern edge of RedHowl’s watchtower, freezing her ass off, waiting on a guy who didn’t give her the usual hungry stare. Drew. Too damn noble for his own good. That face—jaw like he could bite through steel, eyes that made you want to confess your sins, and a heart so soft it should be illegal.Guy was basically a walking contradiction: perfect mark, perfect threat.She yanked her gloves tighter. There he was, coming up the path, patrol gear fitting him like armor, hair a wild mess. Moody as hell. Didn’t so much as twitch a smile when he saw her. Typical.“Ariella.” He kept it moving,