All Chapters of REBIRTH OF THE STORMWOLF: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The room fell into a stillness so thick I thought the air itself might shatter.The heavy oak door creaked open, and with it came a shadow that sent my heart plummeting to my stomach. A figure stepped through, cloaked in black, the faint gleam of steel strapped across his chest. But when the hood slipped back, I felt as though the ground beneath me caved in.Rick.My pulse skittered wildly, an impossible mixture of disbelief, dread, and confusion clawing through me. For a heartbeat, the world shrank to the space between us—the man I had once known, the man who had vanished into the darkness when everything fell apart, now here, stepping into Kristen’s territory like a ghost returning to haunt me.Kristen’s power flared instantly, his Alpha aura rippling through the chamber like a storm breaking free of its cage. “Who the hell dares enter my walls unbidden?” His voice was a whip-crack of authority, sharp enough to make even the guards shift uneasily.But Rick… Rick didn’t flinch.He mo

The night felt too still.The kind of stillness that pressed against your chest and made every breath feel heavier than it should. The pack house had quieted, lanterns dimmed, corridors hushed as though the walls themselves were holding their breath. Kristen had gone on border patrol not long ago—his sharp commands and presence lingering in the air like a shadow—and with him gone, my thoughts began to itch.I told myself not to do it. Over and over, I repeated the words like a chant."Don’t go. Don’t be stupid. Don’t risk everything for someone who tried to kill Kristen."And yet my feet wouldn’t stay still. My heart wouldn’t quiet.Rick.His name haunted me, sharper than any blade. He and Knox weren’t assassins, not to me. They were family, or at least the closest thing I had to it in the rogue camp. We had shared scraps of bread under a freezing sky, huddled around dying fires, whispering promises of survival. When everyone else treated me like an outsider, they had looked out for m

The walls of the pack house had never felt so cold. Even now, hours after they’d dragged Rick’s body out of the cell, the chill clung to me like a shadow I couldn’t shake off.I couldn’t erase the memory—his lifeless body slumped forward, his face too pale, his eyes wide open in a frozen kind of terror. I had screamed then, and the sound of my own voice still echoed inside me.Rick wasn’t just another rogue to me. He and Knox had been the closest thing to family back in that wretched camp. We had shared scraps of food, shared laughter in the middle of misery, and whispered dreams of a life beyond the chains. And now… he was gone.I hadn’t been allowed near the cells, Kristen had ordered it, his voice sharp and final when the guards tried to question me. He didn’t even look at me when he gave the command—just that same Alpha tone, iron over velvet, shutting the world out of my reach.But the thing that scared me most wasn’t Rick’s death. It was the way he had bowed to me before it happ

The silence in the room pressed down on me like a suffocating weight. The echoes of Ricks scream still clung to the walls, haunting my dream, the images I just saw burned raw on my mind, the sound seemed trapped in my ears, never-ending. Rick’s lifeless face wouldn’t leave my mind—the hollow eyes, the slack jaw, the stillness that had no place on him.I curled into myself on my bed, knees pressed to my chest. Every breath I took trembled with the threat of breaking apart. He had been many things to me—ally, nuisance, family. But above all, Rick had been someone who’d carried pieces of my past, fragments of who I was before everything was ripped away. Losing him now felt like losing that last fragile tether.Kristen stayed close, his shadow a constant at the edge of my despair. He hadn’t spoken much since the guards dragged me out of the cells after my scream set the alarms. His silence was heavy, brooding, like a storm waiting to break. And though I was grateful for his presence, I al

The room seemed to shrink the moment Kristen’s command shattered the silence.“Seize him.”His voice cracked like thunder, heavy with Alpha authority that made even the air in my lungs tremble. The guards didn’t hesitate—they moved as though tied to invisible strings, trained to obey their Alpha without a single question. Two broad-shouldered wolves advanced toward Arden, their eyes glowing faintly with the heat of the order.But Arden didn’t flinch.He stood as though the threat hadn’t touched him at all, his calm expression an infuriating contrast to the storm raging in Kristen’s eyes. His gaze flickered to mine, steady, unreadable. Almost as if he was testing me.Kristen’s wolf was right beneath the surface, pressing against the thin veil of his control. I could see it in the way his jaw clenched, in the way his fists tightened at his sides. His voice carried the dangerous edge of violence—an Alpha pushed too far.“Take him outside. If he resists, end him.”“No!”The word tore from