All Chapters of The Wolf Who Chose Me: Chapter 61 - Chapter 63

The mist didn’t roll—it rose.Quiet. Reluctant. As though the Pattern itself had held its breath for too long and was now letting it go, slow and shivering. It parted around them like old fabric, faded and thin, revealing no forest, no land, no sky.Only absence.They had stepped beyond the dome where Belonging had been spoken into the world, and now… now they walked where no word had ever stayed long enough to matter.Azriel led, the companion flame moving beside him—not bright, not loud, but alive. It pulsed with his breath, steady and calm. He wasn’t just a bearer anymore. He was becoming something else.Something the world had waited for.Kael walked beside him, steps firm, his silence a presence of its own. He didn’t need to speak—Azriel could feel the question in him, the readiness. His hand hovered near his blade, not out of fear, but because some things deserved answers only steel could give.Behind them, Elarai drifted like shadow and truth. Her bare feet made no sound, but h

The silence didn’t break.It deepened—gentle, reverent, stretching across the hollow like a breath the world had been holding since the first thread was spun.Azriel stood at its center, unmoving. Three companion flames hovered at his side—not burning, but present. One silver, one shadow, one warm as breath. Each flame pulsed softly with the weight of the words they’d named: Belonging. Surrender. Yield.But the air was still asking something more.Not for another flame.Not for a bearer.For a presence.The boy stepped forward, his golden-blue flame flickering faintly beneath his skin. “It’s listening,” he said quietly, voice threaded with awe. “It always has been.”Kael scanned the hush around them, every muscle coiled with tension. “Then where is it?”Elarai’s eyes fluttered shut. “Everywhere,” she murmured. “And beneath everything.”Then—threads.Not torn or frantic.They emerged from the cracks of the hollow, slow and ancient—like strands of memory uncoiling after an eternity of s