All Chapters of Cursed By The Day, Saved By The Night: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“What are you looking at?”My mother’s voice jolted me back to the room, her concern laced with something deeper—fear. My father followed her gaze, his sharp green eyes narrowing as he searched the darkness beyond my window.I couldn’t answer.My heart pounded so hard it echoed in my ears. I forced my body to stay still, my breath locked in my throat. The glowing red eyes I had seen—there was no mistaking them. They had been there. Watching. Waiting. But now, the night outside was empty, the wind whispering through the trees as if nothing had ever been there at all.My father took a cautious step forward. “Elara?”I tore my gaze away from the window, shaking my head. “Nothing,” I murmured. “It was nothing.”Lying came easy when I was numb.My mother exhaled a slow breath, her shoulders sagging with relief. “You scared me.”My father wasn’t convinced. He stared at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, without a word, he strode to the window and yanked it open. The col

They called the meeting at dusk.As the whole pack gathered in the meeting area, the sky was full of orange and deep red fire. All ranks of wolves stood next to each other, their faces showing a mix of stress and interest.The pack understood that if my dad, the Alpha, convened a meeting, significant discussions would ensue. My father walked onto the stone stage in the middle of the crowd. I stood off to the side near the front and crossed my arms over my chest. His energy was strong and authoritative, and he commanded attention. But tonight, there was something different about his stance that I had never seen before.Fear. My dad didn't show fear frequently, and he didn't let any weakness get by as a leader. But tonight, I could tell something was wrong because his shoulders were a little tighter and his brow was slightly furrowed as he looked around the room.Whatever he was going to say wasn’t good.When he raised his hand, the audience went silent. As each wolf turned their full

I felt a chill go down my spine when I heard his smooth voice. It had a raw power to it. "You have been thinking of me." My heart was beating fast in my chest as I swallowed. "Why are you here?" I said, but my voice was barely above a whisper. He moved forward. “ I’m not here to help." His voice was low and steady. "I have no choice but to be here." The words were heavy with meaning, but I couldn't figure out what he meant. I opened my mouth to demand for more, but nothing came out. He didn’t wait for me to speak again. He went on, "You're not safe." His voice was almost a whisper, but it had weight. "Not with them after you. Not with your pack because they don't know who you really are. And when they do, they’ll cast you away.” As I tried to understand, my mind was racing. "Who wants to hurt me?" I whispered, but my voice was shaking even though I was trying to be strong. He didn't say anything. Still had his red eyes fixed on mine, but they were cold and h

The morning air was crisp and cool, carrying that scent of pine and damp earth as I stood at the edge of the pack's territory. The sky was tinted in soft blue and gold, a beautiful day, yet there was nothing beautiful about this scene.Skyla stood in front of me, her partner, Eros, beside her, his arm around her waist in a shielding manner. They were all packed up and their bags loaded into one of the waiting cars. The time for separation had come.I tried to memorise every aspect of her—her soft blue eyes welling with tears she would not cry, the way she kept pushing a strand of hair behind her ear nervously, her uncertain smile that could not hide the sadness in her face."I can stay a little longer if you'd like," she whispered, her fingers grasping mine tightly.I shook my head. "No. You should go.".The words cut like shards of glass in my throat."You're going to be okay," she said, staring into my eyes, almost as though she was trying to reassure herself as much as she was reas

The air compressed like a tempest on the verge of its first flash of lightning, humming with something ancient, immoveable-a force that did not ask permission but simply was.The men in masks stilled, bodies tense, wary. Even without a sight of his face, they knew.Something more dangerous than them had arrived.And then—The world tilted.A gust of wind, abrupt and unnatural, ripped across the battlefield. It was not just wind—it was him.One second, the masked man closest to me stood his ground, his body rigid. The next, his body seized—a sickening crack echoing through the air before his head turned at an unnatural angle.He was dead before he hit the ground.Silence.The others had no time to react before the shadows stirred again.He moved—not with the speed of a wolf but with something far more deadly.One of them turned, attempting to flee, but before he could so much as take a single step-A hand closed around his throat.Bony fingers wrapped around his neck like a vice, lift