All Chapters of Marked by Fire & Fang: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The scent of ozone still clung to the nursery air.Lilly stood frozen, her arms braced around the cradle, every nerve in her body ringing like a struck bell. The twins hadn’t moved—they still hadn’t been born—but their energy surged hot and alive in the small room like a silent scream.Link was behind her, his hand on the small of her back, eyes locked on the space where the rift had flickered.Logan stood in the doorway, his lips parted, breath shallow. “Did you hear it too?” he whispered.Link nodded slowly. “We all did.”Lilly’s voice was hoarse. “The bond shall break—unless blood is spilled.”She pressed both palms to her belly, where the twins had grown so still she could hardly breathe. “They’re quiet. Too quiet.”“They’re shielding themselves,” Logan said quietly. “They felt that… thing come through. It wasn’t meant to touch this world.”Link turned toward Logan, crouching to his level. “Do you know what it was?”Logan blinked slowly. “It wasn’t a god. Not really. It was someth

The storm didn’t break over Greyhowl.It rose from within it.Beneath the silver-washed sky, the pack sensed it before any howl rang out—magic, yes, but more than that: a pull. The kind that snapped spines straight and summoned wolves from dreamless sleep. Every shifter on the estate felt the same vibration rumbling through the earth.Their Luna was in labor.And something ancient was stirring with her contractions.Lilly collapsed just past midnight, her body folding mid-stride in the corridor as she gripped the wall and howled—a raw, guttural, wolf-born scream that tore through the entire manor.Link was on her in seconds, claws half-shifted, canines bared in instinct. The moment he saw her curled over her belly, he scooped her up in his arms and ran.Not walked. Not carried.Ran.Down through the halls. Through the flickering firelight. Past stunned omegas and guards and into the sacred den chamber beneath Greyhowl—once a place of worship, now sealed and prepared only for moments l

Greyhowl had never felt so alive.And yet, it had never felt so vulnerable.With Kael and Elara now born—heirs of prophecy, flame, and storm—the air itself had shifted. Power pulsed through the very roots of the estate. Runes carved into ancient stones flickered on their own. The Hollow was eerily silent, its usual murmur swallowed by the weight of what now lived above it.For days, wolves came in packs.Some to offer loyalty. Others to merely witness. The scent of new life had spread across territories like wildfire. The Luna had birthed two—and every wolf, even the doubters, felt the tremor of fate rippling through their bones.But with that awe came tension.Because where there is light… shadows stir.It started with a dream.Logan sat bolt upright in his bed, heart racing, sweat clinging to his brow.He wasn’t in Greyhowl anymore.Not in the dream.He was deep in fog. Too dense to see through, but thick with breath. Not his own.Dozens of eyes blinked in the dark. Red. Hungry. Som

he moon rose like a lover summoned from the depths of a fever dream—full, glowing, silver as a blade. It sat heavy over Greyhowl’s forest, casting ghostlight over the glen carved into the mountainside, the sacred place of fire and fang.Tonight was the Calling.And no wolf—no matter how old, how scarred, how closed off—was spared its pull.Link stood at the heart of the glen, his body already thrumming with the pull of the moon. Shirtless, barefoot, the Alpha bore ancient tattoos across his chest and arms—runes older than written memory. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His presence alone commanded silence.The fire in the center of the glen crackled, casting sparks that swirled like spirits.Wolves circled the clearing—over a hundred of them—some shifted, others still in human form. All eyes turned as Lilly stepped through the trees.She was barefoot, hair tumbling in loose waves down her back. Her body was wrapped in a sheer, crimson cloth—traditional for the Luna on a full moon.

Chapter Sixty-Five: The Hollow StirsThe morning after the communion came heavy and strange.The clearing where bodies once writhed in wild passion was now still, the scent of sex and sweat lingering in the cool air. But there was something else beneath it—something low, deep, and steady. Like a heartbeat just beneath the surface of the earth, steady and ominous.Lilly stirred first.Her body ached in the best ways, the echoes of pleasure humming through her muscles, but the air pressed different against her skin. The earth under her back felt alive, vibrating softly—not in warmth, but in warning.She blinked, propping herself up on her elbows, scanning the clearing. The pack still slept in clusters—pairs curled into each other, naked limbs tangled with no shame, the remnants of their wild night scattered like the aftermath of a storm. But even in sleep, some of their ears twitched, their wolves sensing the same subtle shift.Link stirred beside her, his arm slung possessively over he