All Chapters of Rising of a feeble mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

{Nox’s POV}“I will make them see you for the monster you are, Aurelius.”It was easy to say. But much harder to work on because I had no real trails to follow.My eyes followed the various faces that filled the streets, maybe I'd see someone with a huge “I did it” sign on their back…‘You've got to be kidding me…’I spotted her again.Same direction. Same look on her face.I watched Kiara move toward the Snow Pack with that damn robe on again, head down. I told her not to go to Ryanna.I was off the wall before I even realized it, boots hitting the dirt with more force than necessary. She hadn’t made it far. One swift lunge, a little pull, and she was off the path and in the alley beside the old smithy. Before she could howl, I placed my palms over her mouth.“Didn’t I tell you not to go to her?” I asked pointedly.Kiara blinked hard, her feet dragging slightly on the gravel as she stumbled to a stop. “I wasn’t—I wasn’t going to Ryanna.”“No?” I arched a brow. “Because it sure look

{Nox’s POV}I watched intently as they circled each other with primal grace.The trees stood too still. Like they sensed what was about to happen.I stayed low, breathing shallow, watching as just enough moonlight slanted through the branches painting the scene below.“Are you sure you want to do this, Ali?” Rohan growled.Ali.That was his name.The name of the last link. The final wolf left who might’ve known enough to expose the truth behind Casper’s assassination.And standing across from him, fangs bared, claws twitching, was the one person I hoped wouldn't show up for the final cull.Rohan.They were both in wolf form now, pacing in slow, wide arcs. The kind of calculated, pre-kill ritual older wolves are still honored. No words. Just eyes. Breaths. And movement.Ali’s wolf was thickly muscled, broad in the shoulders, and peppered with old scars. He had a grey undercoat with a scruffy black top layer which seemed to point upwards stubbornly.Rohan’s was the opposite, sleek and c

{Nox’s POV}Ali barely had enough time to grieve his fallen ally before the grimness of the situation settled on him.The other wolf — Ali’s last man — wasn’t looking good.A deep gash tore through her upper thigh, slick with blood. She was panting, her steps uneven, and her stance drooped like a tree ready to fall.Every action was a struggle, yet she kept her frame squared, growling under her breath, refusing to collapse.But she was bleeding out nonetheless. And Ali didn’t look much better.On the other hand, Rohan barely had a scratch. His coat was speckled with dirt, some blood on his flank that didn’t even look like his. His breathing was steady. Relaxed. Eyes cold. He hadn’t even broken a sweat.The fight wasn’t fair.And then it got worse.Three new wolves burst into the clearing behind Rohan, panting hard, clearly fresh off a long sprint. One of them skidded to a stop, scanning the mess of blood, broken trees, and bodies.“So this is where they were hiding…” His gaze landed o

{Nox’s POV}‘This fight is far from over.’ He sneered, mocking. As if to say: “This was the beginning of the end.”But we could barely focus on that because of the monstrosity before us.It was tall. Taller than any werewolf I’d ever seen. Even Osiris... Its limbs were too long, its joints bent the wrong way.Multiple gashes lined its body where the flesh of the wolves refused to meet… thick yellow oozed from the gaps, dripping as it growled.Its eyes — if one could call them that — shifted colors, flickering from blue to gold to pitch black. It didn’t snarl.It smiled.Then it moved.I didn’t even get time to shout.Eva barely turned her head before it was on her. Its claws struck in one swipe, and her throat split open, torn clean through.Everything from her neck down was painted with red, soaking her fur and skin as she dropped like a puppet cut from its strings.Ali roared and threw himself forward, fangs flashing as he slammed into the thing.For a second, I thought he could do

{Ryanna’s POV}As he said that I glanced down into my cup.There were tremors in the tea. Little ripples skimming the surface like it was trembling with something it couldn’t say.Then I heard his voice again. Softer.“Goodbye, Ryanna. I didn’t get the chance to say this before…” He paused. “Live well.”My head snapped up.But Tyrion was gone.No footsteps. No creaking door. He just disappeared.And so did the room.The chair beneath me vanished too.But I was still sitting.Floating.The entire hut blinked out of existence, like this world— whatever this world was—stuttered in confusion. Everything lagged, trying to catch up.Until my mind caught up with the fact that nothing was there.Then I fell.I fell hard on the floor and I groaned as I pushed on my elbows, wondering how I hit the floor when nothing was beneath me, only to hit my head against something solid.“What!”A table?I crawled forward, hands brushing over stone now, not wood.I blinked as I stepped out from under it.A