All Chapters of Shadows of a Journalist: Chapter 121 - Chapter 129

A few days had passed since Jeremy's escape, and though his body was battered and weakened from the wolfsbane’s lingering effects, there was slow progress toward healing. The dull ache of his wounds softened with each passing hour, but the poison still gnawed deep beneath his skin, a relentless reminder of his captivity.Jeremy lay in the modest cabin, the thin blankets pulled loosely over him, his gaze fixed on the woman who moved gracefully about the room. Her presence was steady and calm, a surprising comfort amid his pain and confusion.Summoning his strength, he sat up slowly, watching as she adjusted the flickering firelight. “Who are you?” he asked quietly, hoarse but earnest. “And why did you come for me?”She paused, her blue eyes meeting his. “My name is Shania,” she said softly, her voice steady. “Right now, the reasons why I came don’t matter as much as this—your healing and gaining strength. We have a fight ahead, and you’ll need to be ready.” Her hands pressed gently but

The days that followed unfolded with a quiet intensity. Jeremy found himself waking each morning to the steady presence of Shania, whose knowledge of the supernatural world and its treacheries added layers of complexity to his plans. Though his body was still recovering, his mind sharpened with every conversation.Shania’s words lingered in his thoughts - about power, betrayal, and the pack’s fractured loyalties. The weight of her claim that Travis had rejected her fueled a simmering tension neither of them could ignore. The cabin, once just a refuge, became a crucible where old wounds and new alliances were forged.One evening, as twilight bled into darkness, Shania laid out maps and names - territories controlled by the Red Power Pack and their enemies, strategic points where influence could be wrested or strengthened.Jeremy traced the lines with a finger, voice low and guarded. “So the fight isn’t just personal. It’s political.”Shania nodded. “It’s always both. Power here means su

The villa that had once felt like a sanctuary now hummed with restless energy. The escape of Jeremy forced every corner and corridor into sharp focus, each shadow suspect as Travis and his pack tightened the fortress they called home.Security teams doubled their patrols, eyes scanning every perimeter inch, while surveillance cameras tracked every movement like vigilant sentinels. Travis moved through the compound like a storm barely contained—commands crisp, his presence demanding unwavering attention.In the war room, maps and floor plans were spread wide, peppered with notes and markers. Travis, Lena, and Beta Jake huddled close, plotting defenses and countermeasures.“We don’t know exactly where Jeremy will go next,” Travis said, his voice steady but edged with the cold steel of determination. “But we’ll be ready.”Lena traced their probable paths, concern etched deep on her face. “He’s desperate, reckless. That makes him dangerous.”Jake nodded. “We’ll set traps, monitor all known

The villa glowed under a canopy of stars as Logan’s first birthday party was in full swing, a rare celebration amid the relentless tension of pack politics. Alphas and influential leaders from packs across the region gathered, their presence coloring the event with power and prestige. Laughter and music mingled with the clinking of glasses and the soft rustle of silk and leather. For those inside, it was a moment to breathe—brief and fragile.But just beyond the borders of the villa, in the dense shadowed woods, Jeremy and Shania crouched low, eyes fixed like predators on their target. Their breath was steady, muscles coiled in preparation, hearts pounding with the weight of what was to come. Tonight was the night they would take it all back.A sharp crack of a twig nearby betrayed their presence. A vigilant guard’s voice clipped through the night, urgent and sharp: “Beta Jake, intruders—by the east woods.”Jake’s hand was already on his comm, voice low but tense. “Travis, they’re her