All Chapters of Marked by Fire & Fang: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter Sixty-Six: Training the Howl The days after the Hollow stirred became a blur of sweat, dirt, and discipline.Link drove the pack harder than ever before. Every morning, they gathered before the sun rose, pushed to exhaustion and beyond. The wolves fought in their human forms, then their half-shifts, then full beasts, all while the ground beneath Greyhowl pulsed like a second heartbeat.Lilly trained alongside them—not just her flames, but her body, her endurance, her control. She moved like fire personified, fast and unpredictable, every hit sharp, every block solid. She was Luna, not just in name but in presence. They saw her strength and they followed her flame.But when the sun set, a different hunger stirred.It had been building for days since the communion, since the wild ritual under the moon. The air between her, Link, and Salma crackled with unspoken want. Salma lingered longer each night, her gaze lingering on Lilly with something deeper than curiosity.Link noticed

Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Burning SignGreyhowl Estate never slept—but now it was fully awake.The hum of technology filled the old stone halls, blending with the natural creaks of the ancient estate. Screens flickered with seismic readings, thermal imaging, and drone feeds of the surrounding woods. Every wall held relics of the past, yet every room was wired with modern defenses—motion sensors, cameras, even silent alarms directly linked to Link’s private devices.None of it was enough to explain what was happening beneath their feet.The Hollow was breathing, the ground trembled at irregular intervals, and despite all their advancements, the data gave them no answers—only confirmation that something alive was moving below.Link stood in the estate's nerve center—what had once been the old wine cellar, now transformed into a full command room with servers humming, screens glowing, and wolves monitoring every flicker of movement on the perimeter.“Status?” Link barked.Micah’s voice cr

Chapter Seventy: The First BreachThe air in Greyhowl Estate carried a weight, thick and pressing, as if the walls themselves anticipated the crack that would split the world open. But deep in the protected wing, beyond reinforced walls and layered wards, time was unraveling in stranger ways than any of them had imagined.Logan stood near the arched window of the nursery suite, his hands pressed against the glass as his eyes traced the crimson swirl of the morning sky. His bones ached—not from age, but from growth. Growth that had come overnight, twisting his muscles, lengthening his frame. He was taller now, stronger, his limbs heavier and his mind sharper. The boy who’d stood barely to Link’s chest now stood nearly shoulder-to-shoulder with him.But he wasn’t the only one.Behind him, Kael and Elara sat on the plush carpet, their eyes flickering with the same golden hue that had begun to bleed into Logan’s irises. The twins had changed rapidly—what should have been years of growth h

Chapter Seventy-Two: Through the RootTime was a liar.It bent and stretched beneath Greyhowl Estate until the walls of the world seemed thinner, less certain. The path to the root chamber was a tunnel of raw stone and pulsing veins of old magic, the air hot and metallic with the stink of things too deep to ever see daylight.They moved as a unit, pack and blood alike, but at the heart of them walked three figures where children should have been.Logan, Kael, and Elara.No longer children. No longer innocent.Each of them stood at eighteen years, their bodies honed, tempered by the Hollow's breath and the warping of time. Logan was broad-shouldered, his presence radiating strength and control. His hair, darker now, hung in a loose tie behind his neck. The golden glow in his eyes never faded, a living ember that burned with every glance.Kael walked to Logan's left, leaner but no less formidable. His features were sharp, a mirror of winter—pale, stark, and cold. Where Logan's strength

Chapter Seventy-Four: The Call of Blood and BoneThe path back to Greyhowl Estate was quieter, the Hollow’s death echoing in every step, yet the world felt newly raw. The Hollow’s energy had dissipated, but remnants of its rot still clung to the air. Link kept pace ahead, scanning for dangers, though the land itself seemed to sigh in relief.They emerged from the breach before dusk. The sky blazed in copper and violet, the estate visible in the distance, still standing but scarred. Fires had burned through the outer perimeter. The scent of ash and blood carried on the wind.Link and Lilly quickened their pace. The others followed until the first howls reached them—wolf song. Not of mourning, but of victory.They climbed the ridge and looked down at the estate grounds where the wolves of Greyhowl, and those of the allied packs, stood triumphant over fields littered with Hollowborn corpses. The defenses had held. Salma’s warriors mingled among Link’s, bloodied but standing.When the pac