All Chapters of Wolf Rachael : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The sudden whisper of my name from the shadows made my blood run cold as I flipped my head towards the direction.But when the figure stepped forward before me, it wasn’t Darius as expected.It was Logan!I sucked in a sharp breath as I stared at him. He looked like hell, I mean —his clothes were torn, his face streaked with dried blood all over. His arm hung awkwardly at his side, barely able to hold his weight. But he was alive, that was the important thing.“Logan?” My voice cracked. “How—? Thank goodness you are back alive!”He staggered toward me, with his eyes dark with exhaustion. “Rachael… we need to talk,” he said, panting.I rushed forward, grabbing his uninjured arm and sitting him down beside me. “What happened? We thought you were— ”“Dead?” Logan let out a humorless chuckle. “Yeah, so did I.” He winced, leaning against a tree. “But they let me go.”I frowned. “They… let you go?”Logan nodded his head, his expression grim as he spoke. “That’s the problem, Rachael. They wa

Cold metal bit into my wrists as I struggled to get my eyes opened. My arms ache badly, stretched above me, I was locked in thick silver chains.I blinked through the blur that clouded my eyes and moaned barely. The damp scent of stone and blood filled my nose as I sniffed. The cell was dark, the only light coming from torches along the cracked walls.Then I saw him.Darius stood in front of me, with his arms crossed, and his eyes gleaming like a predator who had finally caught his prey then he smirked.“Well, well,” he murmured Chuckling. “The Ghost Wolf awakens and sits right before me.”A chill ran through me, I was filled with anger at the same time. I yanked at the chains to break it off, but the silver burned my skin.“Where are they?” I rasped at him avoiding his dirty talks and that annoying chuckle he had on his face.Darius smirked. “Kelvin? Logan? They’re alive… for now.” he said.My stomach twisted hard.“Let them go, you don't need to get them involved in this” I growled.

The cold night air bit into my skin as Logan and I emerged from the underground tunnels, our footsteps swallowed by the damp earth beneath us as we sprint for our dear lives. The sky was a heavy shade of gray, like it, too, was mourning something unseen. Or maybe it was just me and Logan.I didn’t look back.I couldn’t.The last thing I remembered was Kelvin’s eyes which were filled with emptiness, unreadable—and the storm he left inside me.We ran until my lungs burned, my legs trembling with every step. Logan led the way, silent and focused, as he kept guiding us deep into the ruins of what used to be an old Lycan temple, its jagged stones cloaked in moss and secrets. It stood like a forgotten god, broken but still imposing.“This will have to do for now,” Logan muttered, pushing aside a rotted wooden door and ushering me in.The moment I stepped inside, the weight of everything collapsed on me. My knees gave out. I crumpled to the ground, with my chest heaving, and tears stinging m

Glancing at the city’s skyline which pierced the sky like jagged fangs, sharp and merciless against the storm-dark clouds above. My grip tightened around the leather strap across my shoulder as Logan and I emerged from the cover of trees into the outer edge of the hidden city. My steps were fast, also fueled by urgency—but every part of me knew something was off.Too quiet. Too still. Like the entire city was holding its breath against me, waiting for something to break. “We need to reach the High Council,” Logan muttered beside me. “If they knew what Christopher’s planning—”he paused.“They won’t believe us,” I cut in, scanning the rooftops, in every corner of the alley. “They never did.”My gut twisted in warning, and the Oracle’s words rang louder in my mind than ever before: ‘You are both judge and destroyer.’ “Let’s keep moving,” Logan said—but before the words even finished leaving his lips, the air shifted. The Steel hissed. Logan shoved me hard just as a blade sliced through

I stared at the silver hairpin in my hand for what felt like hours. It was cold now, dulled with ash, but the edges still shimmered faintly when moonlight touched it. Even after everything... it had survived. Just like me. Logan sat on a rock which was a getaway, watching the trees like he expected something to leap out at us. Maybe he was giving me space. Or maybe he just didn’t know what to say. Neither did I.The ruins of the Crimson Moon estate surrounded us—jagged stone, broken beams, scattered bones of a place that once made me feel small. Now it just looked tired. Like even the earth had exhaled after holding its breath too long. I closed my fingers around the hairpin. He left it for me. Kelvin. Why? Why now?"You okay?" Logan’s voice was low, careful. I didn’t answer. I just stood, slipping the pin into the pocket of my cloak and brushing ash off my sleeves. My body still ached from the power burst, and my ribs felt like glass, but I could move. I could breathe. That was enoug