All Chapters of Shadows of a Journalist: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The Dusk Hunters sanctuary, once a fragile haven brimming with hope, now thrummed with the steady pulse of impending conflict. Shadows lengthened along the ancient stone walls as torchlight flickered, casting restless shapes that mirrored the unease stirring within the pack. Travis moved through the corridors with resolute determination, each step weighed down by the counsel of Derek Black and the burdens of leadership. The confrontation with Jeremy was no longer a distant threat lurking in the background—it was an approaching storm, darkening the horizon with every passing hour.Each training session had become a grueling test of endurance and willpower. Travis pushed his body beyond its limits, his muscles aching from relentless drills and sparring matches. His every movement was fueled by an unyielding vow to protect Lena, their son Logan, and the entire Dusk Hunters pack. The sharp clang of steel meeting steel echoed through the training grounds, accompanied by the barked commands

The villa was alive with a nervous energy, the air thick with whispered conversations and anxious anticipation. Travis stood silently beside Lena, his eyes fixed on the grand doors, heartbeat steady but fierce with hope. Lena’s hands trembled in front of her, the weight of so many emotions threatening to unbalance her poise.When the doors finally swung open, the moment felt suspended in time. Sarah stepped inside, delicate with a fragile grace, her eyes wide with cautious hope. The soft glow of the room illuminated the tender lines of her face—lines drawn by loss, by memory regained, by the unwavering love that had sustained her.Lena’s breath caught in her throat, her voice barely above a whisper as she stepped forward. “Sarah… I thought we’d lost you forever.”Tears glistened in Sarah’s eyes, her voice trembling with raw emotion. “I thought I’d lost myself too, Lena. But Jasper found me. He never stopped looking. He brought me back.”The moment their arms wrapped around each other

The suffocating darkness of the dungeon pulsed with a sinister life as Jeremy’s fury coiled into cold, calculating torment. Though shackled by unforgiving chains, his power seeped beyond the stone walls, reaching deep into the unconscious minds of both Sarah and Lena.That night, Sarah’s sleep was invaded by a dream darker than any before. Jeremy emerged from a swirling mist, his eyes burning with a magnetic, dangerous allure.“Sarah,” he whispered, voice smooth, honeyed, but laced with veiled menace. “You cannot deny the bond between us. I am the hunger beneath your skin, the fire your heart tries to hide.”His voice wrapped around her senses, intoxicating, a forbidden temptation stirring confusion and longing deep within. His presence promised power, passion, and escape from the haunted shadows of her memories.Sarah awoke trembling, heart pounding fiercely, grappling with emotions she scarcely understood.Far away, Lena fought her own restless night. Jeremy slipped into her dreams l

The pale light of dawn filtered softly through the curtains as Lena stirred awake, a gentle calm resting over her features. The events of the previous night, tangled and dark, were lost in the fog of her mind. For her, the past held clearer memories—the time not long ago when she had been drawn to Jeremy, seduced by his charm even as she sensed the evil beneath. She had fled that darkness, choosing instead the fierce bond she now shared with Travis.Her fingers instinctively traced the mark that shimmered faintly on her wrist—the sign of the transformation Travis had bestowed upon her when they mated. He was her chosen mate, her protector, her future. Their wedding promised a new beginning, woven with love and strength.Outside, the sanctuary was still wrapped in morning quiet, yet beneath the surface, tension ran deep. Travis and Jasper had not returned from their perilous quest to unravel the dreamspell’s grip on Lena and Sarah. Their absence weighed heavily on the hearts of those wa

The sanctuary's twilight faded into night, the shadows deepening with the fall of darkness. Lena felt the weight of the messenger’s summons pressing on her soul, a summons that both terrified and compelled her. Her breath hitched as she prepared herself to step into the unknown alone, a risk she knew was necessary but could cost her everything.The corridors were quiet now, save for the occasional flicker of torchlight casting long, wavering shadows on the stone walls. Sarah had urged her against going, worry etched in every line of her face, but Lena’s resolve was unshaken. "This ends with me," she had whispered, the promise solid and unyielding.The old forest awaited beyond the sanctuary’s protective wards—a place whispered about in fearful tales, where lost spirits roamed and ancient magic churned beneath the twisted roots. Lena’s heart pounded as she crossed the threshold, stepping into the cloak of night that seemed to consume even the faintest glow of the stars above.Every sou