All Chapters of Shadows of a Journalist: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Selene stood beneath the low flicker of torchlight in a concealed chamber deep within Rathbone Manor, her eyes reflecting the fire that danced along the stone walls. Around her, a circle of determined faces leaned in, the weight of their whispered conspiracies sealing a silent pact.“We cannot wait for the Alpha to see reason,” Selene said, voice cold and resolute. “Jeremy’s obsession with Lena blinds him to what’s tearing the pack apart—from within and without. If we do not act, the very heart of our kind will shatter.”Her words hung in the damp air like a blade poised to strike.One of her closest lieutenants, a wiry man named Corin, shifted uneasily. “But betraying the Alpha—do we risk tipping the scales into chaos?”Selene’s gaze was steel. “Chaos without change is death. The pack fears division, but it fears stagnation more. We’ll forge a new path, founded on trust, not fear.”Another voice, quieter but no less fierce, spoke from the shadows - Aria, a fierce warrior and Selene’s

The grand hall of Rathbone Manor lay heavy with tension, a charged silence swallowing the flickering torchlight. The air throbbed with the weight of unspoken accusations and simmering betrayals as the Alpha—Jeremy—stood at the head of the council chamber, his scarred face a grim mask of fury and fragile control.Before him, assembled in fractured defiance, were the leaders of the pack’s splintered factions—Selene foremost among them, her cool eyes locking onto Jeremy’s fiery gaze with unwavering resolve.“So it comes to this,” Jeremy’s voice pierced the stillness, sharp and relentless. “The pack fractures at the hands of those who would betray the blood that binds us.”Selene’s lips curved into a cold smile. “It is not betrayal to seek survival beyond tyranny. Your grip chokes the life from this pack. It’s why Lena was taken, why we suffer in silence, why the shadows grow.”Jeremy’s eyes flared with a mix of rage and desperation. “You speak of tyranny, yet you conspire in the dark. Yo

The night clung thick and heavy over Rathbone Manor, rain pattering softly against the ancient stone, threading shadows through the twisted branches that clawed at the sky. Every flickering torch along the manor’s outer walls cast long, trembling silhouettes—ghosts of a place caught between despair and defiance.Deep beneath that fortress of fractured loyalties and simmering war, Lena lay curled upon the cold stone floor. The faint swell of new life beneath her hands was a fierce talisman against the darkness. The whispers she'd caught through the walls had evolved from distant hope to a palpable promise—a promise that rescue was coming.She had spent weeks gathering strength. Observing guards’ patterns, memorizing the cadence of footsteps, noting the subtle shifts in light and sound that might hint at opportunities. Each day, her resolve grew sharper, tempered by the fierce knowledge that every heartbeat contained the fragile tether of survival—not just for herself, but for the spark

The journey from Rathbone Manor to the safehouse was shrouded in a heavy silence, fragile and laden with everything they had endured. Lena rested quietly against Travis’s steady presence in the back of the vehicle, her body exhausted, each breath shallow but saturated with the relief of leaving behind the cold walls and shadows of her captivity.When the safehouse door closed softly behind them, Lena exhaled a trembling breath - a breath full of sanctuary, safety, and the unspoken promise of home.“I’m home,” she whispered, her voice soft yet woven with the weight of countless battles fought within.Her steps were slow but resolute as she made her way to the bathroom, hands cradling her belly protectively. The solitude wrapped around her frayed spirit like a balm as she reached for the taps, waiting silently for the water to warm. The gentle hiss and drip became a comforting rhythm in the quiet room.With a gentle sigh, she traced her fingertips over the tender curve of her baby bump -

The safehouse buzzed quietly with new energy as the fractured pack’s allies began to arrive. From distant territories and shadowed enclaves, new faces came - wolves marked by battle scars and resilience, their eyes bright with purpose and unyielding resolve. They came bearing not just weapons, but stories, grievances, and burning desires for justice.Among them was Alaric, a tall, broad-shouldered warrior from the Northern Moon Pack, his voice grave and steady as he spoke in one of the hastily arranged meetings. “Sarah’s death was a wound to us all. Not just a loss—it was a warning. Jeremy’s greed and cruelty can no longer dictate our fate.”Beside him, Mira of the Silver Fang Pack nodded. “We’ve witnessed the fractures spreading - fear and dissent growing in every corner. It’s time we repair what Jeremy has torn apart, and reclaim the honor of the pack.”The room hummed with tension and determination. Around wooden tables scattered across the forest’s edge, leaders and strategists bu