All Chapters of Marked in the Middle: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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The Silent Council

The night air in Viremont was heavier than usual, carrying a metallic tang that reminded Nora of blood long dried on steel. Her boots hit the cracked pavement with steady rhythm, but inside, her pulse raced. The hunt had shifted into something sharper, something that pulled her toward the city’s underbelly where whispers of the Silver Ash Pack never really died.She pulled her hood low as she approached the old courthouse ruins. It had once been a proud monument of law and order, now reduced to shadows and broken pillars—perfect for the kind of meeting she was walking into.Roman had warned her.“The Silent Council doesn’t gather unless blood is about to spill. You’re walking into a den of wolves that feed on secrets.”But Nora had no choice. The pendant, Lira’s disappearance, and the mounting evidence of betrayal all pointed here. The Silent Council—ancient werewolves who moved between packs like ghosts—held answers. And Nora wasn’t leaving until she had them.Inside, the silence was

Last Updated : 2025-09-01

Shadows in the Den

The silence inside Roman’s office pressed heavier than a storm. No one spoke after Kael’s whispered confirmation that the scent he’d picked up inside the warehouse wasn’t just familiar—it belonged to someone in Roman’s pack.Roman’s jaw was set tight, his knuckles whitening against the arm of his chair as he leaned forward. His amber eyes, sharp with suspicion, swept over everyone in the room—Nora, Kael, Lira, Janie—like he could peel back their skin and strip them down to their loyalty.“Say it again,” Roman demanded, voice low and clipped.Kael shifted uneasily, but his voice didn’t waver. “The scent wasn’t masked well. Whoever was there… they belong to us. One of yours, Roman.”The words hung in the air like a blade.Lira swore under her breath. “You’re saying someone on the inside fed information to Silver Ash?”Kael gave a short nod. “Not just fed. They guided them. The trails were too clean, too precise. They knew how we tr

Last Updated : 2025-09-01

Shadows That Speak

The night in Viremont was colder than usual. A damp fog crawled over the streets like something alive, and Nora felt it sink into her bones as she tightened the jacket around herself. Her boots clicked against the cracked pavement as she followed Roman, both of them walking in silence, both carrying too many questions they didn’t yet dare to voice.The pendant pulsed faintly under her shirt, a rhythmic throb that almost matched the beat of her heart. Every time it did, she felt her wolf stir, uneasy, whispering warnings she couldn’t fully understand.Roman finally broke the silence.“They’ll come for you soon.” His voice was low, rough, the kind that carried weight because it came from someone who’d been through hell and back.Nora glanced at him, shadows stretching across his sharp jawline under the streetlamp glow. “The Silver Ash?”Roman shook his head. “Not just them. There’s someone else in play. Someone who knows more about that pendant

Last Updated : 2025-09-02

The Mask of Truth

The silence after Janie’s revelation was the kind that weighed heavy, pressing on every nerve. Her words—“Your mother didn’t die the way you think, Nora”—hung in the air like a knife just waiting to plunge.I stared at her, my throat dry, my pulse hammering so loudly I could barely hear anything else. My mother. The woman whose death had been the one fixed point in my chaotic life. The one thing I thought I knew for sure.“You better start talking,” I said finally, my voice harsher than I intended.Janie shifted uneasily, her fingers playing with the edge of the silver dagger she always kept close. She wasn’t scared—she rarely was—but she looked torn, like saying the words would unravel something she had no power to sew back together.“She was killed, Nora,” Janie said, meeting my eyes. “But not by rogues. Not in some random raid. She was marked for death. And it wasn’t just because she was your mother—it was because of who she was.”I fe

Last Updated : 2025-09-03

The Edge of the Blade

The air smelled like smoke and saltwater. The Ash Docks still burned behind us, fires licking the night sky like jagged claws. Every step I took felt heavier, my boots crunching over broken glass and ash. Janie limped beside me, one arm thrown over my shoulder, her weight trembling against me. Kael trailed behind, blade still slick with blood, his eyes scanning every shadow.We shouldn’t have survived. That truth pulsed through me like a second heartbeat. Too many Ash wolves, too many guns, too many burning warehouses collapsing around us—and yet somehow, we crawled out breathing. But just barely.And not without cost.“We need to move,” Kael muttered. His voice was low, clipped, the kind of voice that belonged to someone who already smelled more danger rolling in. “That fire’s going to draw every Silver Ash scout within three miles.”“I can’t—” Janie’s voice broke. She winced as her bad leg dragged uselessly, her jeans soaked in blood.“

Last Updated : 2025-09-04

Shadows in the Den

The pendant still pulsed against my chest as if it had grafted itself into my heartbeat. I could feel it humming through my veins, hot and restless, like it wanted to be used again. Janie’s shallow breaths were stronger now, steadier, and that should have been enough. It should’ve been a victory.But Kael’s eyes told me otherwise.He didn’t look relieved. He looked like a man staring at a lit fuse in a locked room.“We can’t stay here,” he said finally, his voice flat but edged with steel. “The Silver Ash will regroup. They’ll sweep the docks until they find us.”I helped Janie sit up, careful with her still-healing leg. She leaned against me, pale but alive. “She can’t run yet,” I argued. “You saw what it did—”“I saw,” Kael cut in, his gaze flicking to the faint glow still radiating from the pendant under my shirt. “That thing bought us time. That’s all. Don’t mistake it for safety.”Janie’s fingers brushed my wrist, weak but f

Last Updated : 2025-09-10

Roman’s Gambit

The storm hadn’t stopped in three days.Rain hammered the roof of the half-broken train depot I’d turned into a command post, dripping through cracked beams and landing in rusty buckets I’d scavenged from the wreck yard. The air smelled of wet steel, oil, and smoke — the scent of survival. My wolves moved like shadows through the ruins, always restless, always on edge. Too many eyes on us. Too many enemies waiting for us to slip.I stood at the edge of the platform, staring at the map spread across a wooden crate. Every line, every note, every symbol carved into that paper was a reminder: war wasn’t coming. It was already here.Kael had the upper hand. He owned Elarrow. He had spies in Viremont, agents in Silver Ash, and mercenaries who didn’t care which banner they bled under so long as their coin came on time. He’d built his empire off fear and loyalty twisted into chains.But me? I wasn’t looking to rule. I wasn’t looking to wear crowns or poli

Last Updated : 2025-09-10

River Shadows

The river smelled like rust and secrets.It cut through Viremont like a scar, black water rolling slowly under a low sky, the kind of place no one lingered unless they had to. I crouched on the broken concrete bank, hood pulled tight against the drizzle, eyes scanning the far side where the warehouses loomed like giants hunched in the mist.Kael’s men had been here. I could feel it. Their scent lingered faint on the wind — smoke, blood, and the sharp bite of chemical labs.“We’re chasing shadows,” Janie muttered behind me. She was soaked through, mud up her jeans, hair plastered to her face. “You realize that, right? Kael’s not stupid. He’s not leaving breadcrumbs for you to follow.”I didn’t answer. My fingers brushed the damp earth, feeling the grooves of old tire tracks etched deep in the mud. They were fresh. Too fresh.“Shadows leave tracks,” I said flatly.Janie groaned. “Gods, you’re impossible.”Kael’s hunters we

Last Updated : 2025-09-11

Splintered Loyalties

The riverbank felt like the edge of the world.Rain hammered down in sheets, turning the mud beneath my boots into sludge. My chest rose and fell hard, breath sharp in my throat, claws still dripping with blood from Kael’s men. But none of that mattered, not compared to the man standing just a few feet away.Roman Vale.He hadn’t changed. Not really. Same sharp jaw, same piercing amber eyes that saw too much, same presence that made everyone else fade into the background. Except now he wore the weight of command like armor, his wolves shadowing him, their stances taut, waiting for his signal.And me? I was caught between wanting to tear his throat out and wanting to close the distance between us.“You shouldn’t be here, Nora.” His voice cut through the rain, low and steady, like he wasn’t standing in the middle of a battlefield but in some quiet room where truths could slip between words.I bared my teeth, half-wolf still humming unde

Last Updated : 2025-09-11

Shattered Ground

The world stank of smoke and blood.The battle had broken like glass — sudden, violent, and everywhere at once — and now the pieces cut deep as we scrambled to hold what little ground was left. Flames climbed the skeleton of the warehouse, painting the night in orange, sparks raining down like a mockery of stars.Wolves lay scattered across the riverbank, some stirring with groans, others already gone still. The rain hadn’t let up, a steady hiss that turned the soil into blackened mud streaked with red.My claws trembled as I shifted back to the human, lungs burning. I pressed a hand to the slash across my ribs, sticky warmth seeping between my fingers. Grayson dropped down beside me, face streaked with grime, his shirt soaked through with someone else’s blood.“You’re bleeding bad,” he said, voice rough.“I’ve had worse.” My tone came out sharper than I meant. His frown told me he wasn’t buying it, but neither of us had time to argue.

Last Updated : 2025-09-12

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