Lahat ng Kabanata ng How to Catch a Mate: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 87

KravThe stench of the tunnels always found a way into my throat.Rot, oil, damp stone. Rat work. Panthers liked to claim they had control of these underground veins, but truth was, once you let rodents dig, they never stopped. The walls smelled with mildew, the pipes hummed low, and tonight there was a gap where there shouldn’t be one.Cordone crouched near it, his hands brushing the jagged edge of stone. “This isn’t a collapse,” he muttered, voice low. “Something pulled this open. From the outside. My guess it was the rodents.”I narrowed my eyes. The breach wasn’t big, no more than three feet across, but it was enough. Enough to slip something in. Or out. The stone was split clean, not worn. Deliberate.This was the much needed reprieve I was thinking about getting when I found out Ashlyn was leaving. Ellan stood with his arms folded, gaze steady on the crack. He wasn’t rattled. Ellan never was. His height gave him presence, broad shoulders stretched under his dark jacket. His ski

Ashlyn By the time Chase and I staggered back into the Den, the sun had already burned high enough to sting my eyes. My body was raw, muscles aching, claws cracked from the run, but the ache inside hadn’t dulled. Not one bit.Haden was waiting.He stood by the main hall doors with two Sentinels at his back, their uniforms sharp, their expressions grim. His arms folded tight across his chest, his jaw cut sharp enough to draw blood. The moment I saw him, I knew something was wrong.“Another death,” he said flatly, not wasting a breath on greetings. “We need to have a call with Gordon, then pack a bag. We’re heading back to Panther City for a couple of days.”I stopped dead. My wolf bristled. The words didn’t hit like orders; they hit like a chain.And then he looked at me.“I’m going to leave you in charge.”I blinked, the words cracking through my chest. “Wait. What?”He didn’t flinch. His eyes didn’t soften. “You’ll hold here. I’ll take the Sentinels and handle Panther City.”My stom

Ashyln Mira was still out cold when I carried her into the side chamber. I laid her on the cot, her hair spilling across the pillow, chest rising fast and uneven. Her wolf pressed so close to the surface I could almost see it, amber bleeding through her eyelids, claws twitching at her fingertips even in sleep. Sheetal paced inside me, restless. She’s slipping again. If we don’t handle it now, the wolf will finish what it started. I clenched my fists. “Then we handle it.” I stripped down, dropped to the floor, and let Sheetal tear through. My bones cracked, skin ripping as fur pushed through. The shift dragged me to my knees, then forward onto claws. The Honshu filled the chamber — massive, black, eyes burning orange. My wolf’s breath steamed in the cold air, her claws gouging the stone. Mira stirred. Her body jerked once, then again, and then her wolf burst out of her skin with a guttural snarl. The chamber shook with it. Amber eyes flared, her body morphing fast, fur bursting