All Chapters of Wolf Rachael : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The explosion consumed everything else. The chamber walls collapsed. The ceiling fell in massive chunks of stone and steel. The ritual altar cracked and crumbled beneath us. And through it all, I heard Kelly's final scream as her own failsafe consumed her.She died in the flames she'd created.Poetic, in a terrible way.But I couldn't think about that now. Couldn't think about justice or revenge or the satisfaction of watching my tormentor burn. All I could focus on was maintaining the shield, protecting Elias, and finding a way out of the collapsing facility before we were buried alive."Racheal..." Elias's voice was weak against my shoulder. "What... what are you?""I'm what I was always meant to be," I said, my layered voice somehow calm despite the chaos. "Now hold on. We're leaving."I stood, Elias cradled in my arms, and looked around what remained of the chamber. The exit was blocked by rubble. The ceiling was still falling. Purple flames—Kelly's last gift—were spreading despit

He weathered the assault, his Lycan nature giving him durability beyond normal werewolves, but I saw him stagger. Saw blood flowing from a dozen new wounds. Saw his warriors start to move forward, seeing their alpha in genuine danger."STAND DOWN!" Kelvin's voice cracked like thunder, stopping his warriors mid-step. "This is between us!"I materialized in front of him, breathing hard, power crackling around my raised hands. "Give her back. Let my mother go, and I'll leave. Keep her, and I'll kill every wolf in your pack until I reach her cell."Kelvin straightened, despite his wounds, despite the blood staining his torn clothing. His golden eyes met mine, and what I saw there wasn't hatred or even anger.It was a pity."You can't win this fight, Racheal," he said quietly. "You're powerful, yes. Your awakening is impressive. But you're wounded from your battle with Kelly. Exhausted. Running on rage and adrenaline. While I—" He gestured to his warriors. "—have an entire pack at my comma

The abandoned den smelled of old earth and older blood.I'd found it hours after leaving Kelvin's territory. A hollowed space beneath an ancient oak, hidden by roots and shadow. The kind of place rogues used when they needed to disappear. When they needed to heal.I needed both.My wounds from the fight with Kelvin were closing, my Ghost Wolf regeneration working steadily despite my exhaustion. Claw marks across my ribs sealed themselves. Bruised bones mended. Even the silver burns from the facility were fading to nothing more than pale scars that would disappear completely by morning.Physical healing was easy. The rest was harder.I sat in the darkness, my back against the cold stone, and let myself feel everything I'd been pushing down. Kelly's torture. The children's screams. Elias's broken body on that altar. The facility collapsed around me.And then the impossible choice my mother had forced on me.Trust me, she'd said. Deal with Mike first.Trust. As if that were simple. As if

Mike POVThe security footage showed everything in stark, brutal clarity.My research outpost, the one I'd hidden half a mile from the border, the one protected by wards that should have kept it invisible to anyone who wasn't specifically looking. The camera had been motion activated, recording the moment something triggered the perimeter sensors.For three seconds, the screen showed nothing but an empty clearing. Then she appeared.Not walked into frame. Not phased in the way Ghost Wolves supposedly could. She simply materialized, like she'd been woven from the shadows themselves. Silver light crackling around her body. Eyes glowing with power that made the camera flicker and distort.Racheal.My rejected mate. The omega I'd cast aside. The Ghost Wolf I'd spent years studying, documenting, trying to understand.She looked different than the last time I'd seen her. Stronger. More confident. The uncertainty that had clung to her like a second skin was gone, burned away by whatever she'

Then I threw him. Not on the ground. At the building the archers were using for cover. He crashed through stone and wood, his body ragdolling through the structure. The archers scattered, their elevated position suddenly a liability.More magic users attempted to coordinate an attack. I felt their spells gathering, multiple sources of power combining into something that might actually be dangerous if I let them complete it.I didn't let them complete it.I phased through space, appearing in the center of their formation. They had maybe one second to register my presence before my power exploded outward in a controlled pulse. The blast threw them backward, their half-formed spell collapsing and backlashing. They'd live, but they wouldn't be casting anything else today.I walked forward, steady and inevitable. Each step was measured. Confidence. Every defender that came at me went down. Every spell cast in my direction failed. Every attempt to slow or stop or harm me proved futile.This