Todos los capítulos de My Dark Desirable Wolf: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The man Shadow calls his father has an overwhelming presence, like every fiber of the air tenses around him. Though his disheveled appearance suggests neglect, his golden eyes reveal something primal, almost feral. I can’t look away, even though every part of me screams to run in the opposite direction.“Are you going to introduce me?” he asks with a smile that never reaches his eyes.Shadow doesn’t flinch.“Her name is Amelia, and I didn’t come here to talk about her.”“Oh, of course not. You never come just to talk, do you?” The man crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe. “What do you want, son?”The word son drips with disdain, and though Shadow doesn’t react physically, I can feel the tension building in him.“Caleb is tracking us. We need a safe place—and your help.”“My help?” The man laughs, a coarse sound that makes me shiver. “Now that’s new. The proud pup asking help from his old man.”“Are you going to keep mocking me, or will you listen?” Shadow raises his voice,

The night wraps around me with its cold cloak as I keep running through the forest. My legs tremble, exhaustion threatens to bring me down, but I can’t stop. The thought of leaving Shadow alone with Caleb suffocates me. And yet, a deeper determination is growing inside me: if he’s willing to risk everything for me, then I’ll do the same.The forest feels endless. Tall, dark trees rise around me, their branches clawing at the sky. The ground is uneven, littered with roots and stones waiting to trip me. But I press on, driven by a mixture of fear and purpose.At last, a flicker of light between the trees catches my eye. I stop in my tracks, panting, and cautiously move toward the clearing ahead. There, a figure awaits me.A woman—tall and slender—wrapped in a dark cloak that seems to absorb the moonlight. Her black hair shines like onyx under the moon, and her unsettling gray eyes watch me with a mix of curiosity and disdain.“I knew you’d come,” she says, her voice soft but firm.“Who

Shadow lets out a low, guttural growl that reverberates through the air like a warning. It’s clear that Caleb and Mara didn’t come here to talk, and I can feel the tension thrumming in the space between us.“What do you want, Caleb?” Shadow asks again, his jaw clenched.Caleb toys with a branch between his fingers, as if all of this were nothing more than a game to him.“I want justice, brother.” The word brother drips with mockery more than affection. “And I want what’s mine.”“You have no claim to anything here.”“Oh, no?” Caleb arches an eyebrow and tosses the branch to the ground, his eyes flashing with predatory light. “Then explain this to me, Shadow—why is the pack divided? Why are some willing to fight you instead of follow you?”His words strike deep, and I see the tension in Shadow’s frame tighten. He doesn’t have to say it; what Caleb is implying is a truth Shadow already knows.“Because there are cowards who’d rather take your easy way out,” Shadow says, his voice sharp as

Garret’s promise should fill me with hope, but all I feel is the growing weight of uncertainty. As we move deeper into the forest, now led by this imposing lycan, I can’t ignore the looks the others throw my way. There’s a mix of curiosity and distrust in their eyes, and each glance pierces my skin like invisible thorns.“Is it always like this?” I whisper to Shadow as we walk behind the group.“Like what?”“Like they want to rip my throat out.”He lets out a short laugh, but there’s no humor in it.“To them, you’re a problem they don’t know how to handle.”“Comforting.”Shadow pauses, turning to face me.“Eve, you need to understand something. To them, you’re the reason all of this is happening. Caleb has made you the symbol of his rebellion.”“And what about you?” I challenge, keeping my voice low but firm. “If I’m the symbol of his rebellion, what does that make you?”“The traitor.”The word hangs between us, heavy and sharp. Neither of us says anything more. Shadow resumes walking

The fog thickens as we move forward, wrapping everything in a gray, icy shroud that prickles my skin. Every crack of a branch underfoot, every subtle shift in the mist makes me flinch. The sense of being watched tightens around my chest, and the unease only deepens when I see Shadow tense beside me, his eyes scanning every corner of the clearing with a palpable intensity.“What’s happening?” I whisper, unable to hide the fear creeping into my voice.He doesn’t answer right away, but his grip on my hand tightens—as if letting go isn’t an option he can afford.“Something’s coming,” he finally says, his voice low and grave.A shiver runs down my spine. I don’t need to ask what. I’ve learned to read him—his body language, his silences—and right now, he’s more alert than ever.Then it happens—a muffled, low sound cuts through the mist, almost like a growl carried on the wind. It isn’t the sound of any normal animal. It’s deeper. More dangerous.“Move! Now!” Garret’s voice slices through th