All Chapters of What Survived The Burn: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Chapter Forty One

Loria’s POVThe door creaked softly as it opened again. Audrey stepped through, her arms wrapped gently around Anthony. His face looked calmer now—tired, like he’d just weathered a storm, but no longer tight with pain.Just behind them came a small girl I recognized immediately.Cindy.Her wild, curly brown hair was just as unruly as the first day I’d met her, and her freckled nose crinkled slightly as she looked at me. She didn’t say anything right away, just padded over with quiet purpose and settled herself beside Amy. Her hand reached out with natural confidence and rested on Anthony’s foot, like she already knew exactly where she needed to be.I met her gaze for just a second—and saw it. Recognition. Curiosity. Respect. The same little girl who’d once asked, “How’d you get your skin to glow like that?” And now here she was… helping keep my family together.“She already knows who you are,” Audrey said gently as she moved toward me. “She insisted on helping when she saw Anthony str

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Chapter Forty-Two

Caleb’s POVThe forest was quiet in that strange way it gets after tragedy. Too quiet. Like the world was holding its breath.I pushed forward through the underbrush, keeping my strides long and even. Every few steps, I looked over my shoulder. Maren was close behind, her face pale and drawn, a small orphaned pup clinging to her hip. His big brown eyes barely blinked, too numb for tears. Too young to understand. Too young to have lost so much.Sabrina walked a little ways off, one arm wrapped protectively around another child, Mandy trailing behind her with the smallest one. They all looked broken—faces slack, clothes torn, shadows under their eyes that felt too heavy for anyone to carry, let alone kids.We weren’t a pack anymore. Not really.Just survivors.What was left of the stronghold had fractured, scattered. This group—ragtag and reeling—wasn’t even an eighth of our numbers. Stragglers had joined as we walked, drawn to the scent of safety, or maybe just the faint echo of someth

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Chapter Forty-Three

Loria’s POVThe field faded like smoke on the wind, her mother’s face the last thing Loria clung to as the vision unraveled. The warmth, the promise—“I’ll be there soon.”Then everything snapped back.The sharp scent of crystal-infused air, the quiet hum of power still vibrating beneath the etched pentagram. The domed ceiling glittered above her like a starless sky caught in glass.Loria blinked, heart pounding—and then froze.Andy stood just a few feet away, arms folded, casual as ever. Audrey beside him, watching with quiet interest.Her breath caught in her throat.“W-What… How did you get out?” she stammered, scrambling to her feet.Andy’s grin stretched across his face as he pulled her into a hug. “You really think a shadow vessel could hold me? Please. Give me some credit.”Then he stepped back and gave her a playful once-over. “You lose some weight in there, or is that just exhaustion? Either way, you look about three days from needing a nap and a steak.”Loria rolled her eyes

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Chapter Forty-Four

Andy’s POVAndy guided them carefully through the woods, his hand firm around Amy’s waist. The forest felt different today—quieter, like it too was mourning. But there was peace here, somewhere beneath the grief.He knew exactly where he was going. Even with the path overgrown in spots, his body remembered the turns, the slope of the earth, the way sunlight filtered through the trees. He’d played here as a boy, hidden from chores, snuck sips of forbidden cider with cousins by the creekbed. But today, it wasn’t about memories.They stepped through the last thicket, branches parting like curtains, and the clearing opened before them.It was just as he remembered: a soft, wide field tucked into the cradle of old oaks and pines. It stretched broad as two baseball diamonds, flat and open under a spill of golden morning light. A ring of standing stones marked the edges, worn smooth by time and magic both.He heard Loria gasp behind him.“Oh… this is beautiful.”Andy looked over his shoulder

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Chapter Forty-Five

Loria’s POVAs soon as Amy and Andy disappeared into the trees, Audrey turned to her with a calm authority that silenced everything else.“First,” she said, “feel for your magic. Let me know when you’ve found it.”Loria nodded silently. She closed her eyes and turned inward. Her magic wasn’t distant—it was everywhere in her. In the ache in her chest. In the quiet hum in her bones. In the thread of grief tangled with strength that had always been there, even before she had a name for it. Her fingers twitched. Her breath caught.She nodded.Audrey’s voice came again, gentle but firm. “Okay. Now focus that magic into your hands.”Loria exhaled and lifted her palms. She concentrated on gathering what she felt—like pulling warmth from the core of herself—and directing it down her arms, to her fingertips. A soft light bloomed along her skin, white-gold and alive. It pulsed steadily, stronger with each breath.“Good,” Audrey said, smiling. “Now… focus on the magic in the land.”Loria looked

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Chapter Forty-Six

Simon’s POVThe wind at the peak cut through fur and skin alike, even in late spring. The sun still hovered above the tree line, casting long, slanted shadows over the clearing where the remnants of his pack lay waiting. No one spoke. Not aloud, anyway.Simon stood apart from them, high enough to see the forest stretch wide and unbroken below. They couldn’t move until dark. Too many of them, too exposed. And with human eyes and satellites in every goddamn direction these days, visibility meant risk. Risk meant death.He rolled his shoulders, trying to shake the tension clinging to him like wet leaves. His wolf, Zyan, paced just under the surface, restless and grieving."They need direction." "I know." "They need you."Simon clenched his jaw. He didn’t have direction—not yet. The weight of two hundred and forty-two lives pressed into his lungs every time he tried to breathe. Of the nearly eight hundred wolves who had once made up their pack, only these remained. At least the only rem

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Chapter Forty-Seven

Simon’s POVI had shifted back into Zyan’s form, prowling through the devastation—wounded wolves scattered across the mountainside, their pain thick in the air like smoke. Grief clung to everything, and I felt it deep in my bones. My eyes scanned the horizon, searching for anything—any hope, any sign.Then I felt it—a flash through the bond, molten and wild. Rage. Determination. Power. My heart skipped. I turned just in time to see her.Zerina came over the ridge like a living flame, her molten-gold coat catching the last of the sun’s light, blazing as she tore across the grass. She was even bigger than I remembered—at least a half-head taller than Zyan. And gods, she was furious. I felt it in my chest like a second heartbeat: her fury, her focus, her utter refusal to let this stand. Beneath it all, though—resolve like tempered steel. They would not break her. They would not break us.She skidded to a halt before me, muscles quivering with held violence, and Andy slid from her back. H

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Chapter Forty-Eight

Loria’s POVWe moved like a river of ghosts.I lead the way with Simon on my left. Our hands never separating. The line of travoises stretched out behind us—wolves pulling the injured, the young, the broken—but no one lagged. Andy, glowing faintly with threads of magic, had conjured lanterns that floated gently above several packmates, casting warm orbs of light that bobbed through the dusk like fireflies made of gold.It was eerie. Beautiful, even. And wrong, because it should’ve been peaceful. It should’ve been safe.But instead it was survival.We skirted the edges of the city, staying off the main roads. I led us unerringly, cutting through alleys and over broken fences, always ahead of the fear that nipped at our heels. They trusted my feet, even if they didn’t understand where I was taking them.I could feel the tension from Simon through the bond. I could feel his curiosity as much as the sorrow, greif, pain, and helplessness. “Loria,” he murmurs low leaning in, “babe where e

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Chapter Forty-Nine

Simon’s POVShe was graceful. In the way she walks. In the way she talks. Maybe I am biased. She is my mate after all. The woman who carried and delivered a magical baby that is a mix of the both of us. The woman who knew nothing of the werewolf world until she shifted for the first time.“Speaking of that,” Zyan said in my head, “how come if all other wolves shift when they turn forteen. Why did she not shift until she was eighteen?” “I’m not sure maybe that is a question for her grandmother, the moon goddess.” I said thoughtfully, “I’ll mention it to her but not now.”He nodded in agreement. We had enough going on that we didn't need to add that to the mix. Her hand is soft in mine as she leads me back out of the infirmary. Her thumb moves in slow, absentminded circles against my palm. It’s subtle, but grounding. Caleb walks past with an injured pack member thrown over his shoulder. I guess with Matt gone now he is officially my beta. I am short several official pack members and

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Chapter Fifty

Loria’s POVLooking through the roster there are so many names unchecked. Of those that are, I count thirty nine pups with missing or dead parents. I say pups but I mean the ones that are under the age of seventeen. The ones that still need a parent figure. Looking up I see Simon walking towards the infirmary door with two of the younger witches. There are four massive boxes levitating in front of them. “Simon,” I call out. His head turns to me and I say, “Let the girls handle it.” I see him talk to the girls and they nod walking towards the doors. Simon jogs to me and stops at my side. I hold up the roster.“From all of the names that got checked off we only have five families that made it out with no fatalities each of them with atleast one child, Each of those buildings holds twenty four two bedroom apartments.” I point to the identical four story structures. Flanking either end of the den. “Okay so we have forty-eight apartments and each has two bedrooms. So we have ninety six

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