All Chapters of Rising of a feeble mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

{Ryanna’s POV}I took a deep breath.I felt the air enter my body and exit it.All around me, I could feel a surge. A surge of something ancient beneath my skin.A tide I had only glimpsed before, now fully crashing through me. It didn't burn. It didn't ache.It moved like it had always been there.Waiting for me to open the door.My chest expanded, and I raised my head to the sky.Finally, I howled.It wasn’t rage.It wasn’t sorrow.It was a declaration.A sound of war, yes — but more than that. A song of presence. Of arrival.It cut through the chaos like light through fog, rolling over the Snow Pack, into the bones of every wolf, every survivor, every fighter who still had breath in their lungs.Every ally of mine.Wolves on my side stilled, only for a heartbeat, and then stood taller.The panic that clung to them peeled away, unable to stick any longer.And the hostiles?I smelled it: Fear.Sweet confusion and uncertainty.Their breath stuttered. Their momentum faltered. They seem

{Ryanna’s POV}My legs moved before my thoughts could catch up.I was running, harder than I ever had. Faster than even my newly attained Silver Wolf instincts had ever carried me. The wind peeled against my skin, branches slicing past like paper cuts, but I didn’t slow down. Not because they did not affect me, but because of the urgency.“Please be ok, Nox.”The trees blurred. I pushed harder. My muscles didn't scream from the speed, nor did my lungs burn, but I wasn’t as fast as I wanted to be. Needed to be.My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted to escape, to fly ahead and reach him before I could.Even with all the distance I’d covered… I was still late.By the time I burst through the thinning treeline into the clearing, history had already been made.Blood soaked what it could in ugly pools. Bits of fur, shredded weapons, and splintered bones all decorated the clearing.The first person I recognized wasn’t Nox.It was Rohan.He was screeching.A gurgling, inhuman noise

{Ryanna’s POV}A wolf crashed through the snow with a snarl, only to be met mid-leap by another's claw. He fell lifeless as his blood soaked everything around.To the right, Jade had a rogue pinned beneath his foot, cracking ribs with the pressure of his stomp. A war cry ripped from the throat of one of ours — followed by silence. I turned just in time to see him fall, not dead, but unmoving.Another rogue barreled through three soldiers at once, claws out, breath steaming. We were winning, but barely. And at too steep a cost.Every inch gained came with a limb.The battlefield stank of blood and desperation.The smell twisted in the air thick, bitter, dragging the morning breeze under with ease.All around me, wolves — my wolves — groaned, clung to consciousness, or lay flat on their backs staring at nothing. The snow beneath them was trampled into brown slush, soaked in more pain than water.I watched it unfold from the hill's ridge as the wind tugged lightly at my cloak.I folded m

{Ryanna’s POV}The atmosphere still lingered with the aroma of fire, long after the last blaze had died.Char and blood. Fur and soot. And beneath it all, something sickly, like burnt bone marrow and scorched bile.I stepped over a collapsed beam, and my boots sank into something that might be the floor of a small dining hall. The walls were gone now. So were the wolves who once laughed inside it.We were too late.A decent number of the pack mates had been slaughtered before we arrived. And the remaining… most wished they hadn’t.I felt my heart tighten as I moved through the wreckage slowly, my jaw clenched, and each breath felt like a weight pressing on my ribs.A pup no older than seven winters lay twirled under his brother’s corpse, tiny arms frozen in place where they clutched him like a doll. The boy’s eyes were shut, but there was no peace in his face. Only fear, sealed in by fire.I snapped my head away. Already recreating the image in my mind.Casper reached him first. He di

{Ryanna’s POV}White linen blanketed the field like a second snowfall.Some bodies were whole. Others had been gathered together with whatever dignity trembling hands could manage. All of them were still. Quiet. Blood soaked through the cloth in too many places to count.At some point, the white cloth was an equal part red as it was white.I didn’t cry.There were no tears left in me.Not after the number of cubs I counted amongst the dead. Especially one whose linen the wind blew aside when I passed. The boy’s face was frozen in something that looked too much like confusion to be fear.I tore my eyes away, covering the cloth again.His face would forever be burned into my mind… “Or would it?” I wondered.I could already see myself losing touch with my ability to feel after seeing so much death. I wondered about the cubs that had to grow up in such environments. The parents who lost their sons and daughters… the children who lost their mothers and fathers. Their siblings. All for a w