All Chapters of Wolf Rachael : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The silence that followed Kelvin’s outburst was suffocating. It wrapped around me like an invisible chain, heavy and binding. The weight of two destinies pulled at me from opposite ends—one marred by betrayal and false promises, and the other cloaked in vengeance, sacrifice, and undeniable loyalty. Mike stood there, his shirt soaked in blood, his eyes pleading as if the years of pain he’d caused could be washed away by a single moment of truth. “Rachael, don’t let him turn you against me. I came here for you, not for a fight.” Kelvin scoffed beside me, storm-gray eyes blazing. “You’ve always come for her, Mike. Don’t twist this.” “I know you still feel it,” Mike pressed, stepping forward despite Kelvin’s low growl. “That mark… It’s not just a connection. It’s a bond forged by fate. You can’t erase it.” I took a deep breath, my hands trembling slightly as a strange warmth pulsed at the base of my neck—the very spot Mike had once marked me. The air crackled around us, the sky abo

The moment the Deathbound Alpha lunged toward us, the shrine exploded into chaos. Kelvin tackled me to the side just as a massive claw tore through the stone where I stood seconds before he helped me. Mike on the other hand shifted mid-air, colliding with the beast’s flank in full alpha form, he snarled and snapped with reckless fury. But it wasn’t enough. This thing wasn’t just a wolf, I could say it was more of a wolf. It was a corpse which was reborn by curse and vengeance. A creature with no heartbeat—only hunger. Hunger of blood. Hunger of flesh and that of revenge! Nothing else matters to it, he was breathing out fire. I scrambled to my feet, ignoring the sting in my ribs. My mother stood frozen at the shrine’s edge, glowing softly, her body flickering like flame in the wind. “Is it really you?” I demanded, even as the wind howled and magic churned around us. Her eyes filled with pain. “I am… but I’m not whole. They found me after the fall of the Ghost Den. The

The wind howled louder than before. My hair whipped across my face as the earth trembled beneath us. Shadows twisted through the trees like smoke, dark tendrils licking at the ground. My body felt like it was burning from the inside, like something old and angry was clawing its way out of me. Kelvin’s voice broke through the chaos. “Rachael!” he called, his voice strained with worry. “Fight it. Stay with me.” But I couldn’t. I didn’t even know what I was fighting. A scream built in my throat, sharp and primal, tearing out of me as my knees hit the ground. My nails dug into the soil, and the pain of my shifting bones made my vision blur. It wasn’t like a normal shift. It felt like my soul was breaking apart, rearranging, becoming something else. The last thing I saw was Kelvin running toward me. Then—darkness. I woke up to silence. The wind had stopped. The earth no longer trembled. The moon hung overhead, full and bright. I sat up slowly. My body felt... different.

The forest was quiet. Too quiet that if a pin had hit the ground it would be heard. Too calm that makes one feel nothing ever exists. I looked around me. There were no birds. No wind. Not even the sound of leaves. Everything felt wrong to me. Kelvin walked beside me, holding my hand tightly. Christopher was behind us, his eyes scanning the trees. We were near the Crimson Temple now—a place only whispered about in werewolf legends. “This is it,” Christopher said softly. “The map to the Flame Seal is inside.” My heart pounded heavily. We needed that map. It was the only way to stop the elders from stealing the Ghost Flame from me. I took a deep breath. “Let’s go.” We walked into the ruins. Tall, broken stone pillars surrounded a small altar in the center. It was covered in moss. The air was cold. I felt goosebumps rise on my skin. “This place gives me bad vibes,” Kelvin said, frowning. “I know,” I whispered. “But we have no choice.” We stepped forward. As we reached the altar,

The howling didn’t stop. It echoed through the trees, louder now, like it was coming closer. My heart raced in my chest as I turned toward the source of the sound, my breath shallow. Kelvin was beside me, his expression grim. His hand gripped mine, squeezing tightly. I could feel the tension in his body, the readiness to fight if we needed to. But something in the air felt different. The presence of the wolves had vanished, but the feeling of danger hadn’t. It was still there, heavy like a storm waiting to break. “Rachael,” Kelvin said, his voice low, “we need to move. Now.” I nodded, my pulse quickening. The flames inside me had calmed, but that didn’t mean the danger was gone. I could feel the power inside me, restless, still swirling under my skin. The Ghost Flame was stirring, and I didn’t know what would happen if I lost control again. We started walking, our feet crunching against the dry leaves on the ground. Every step felt heavy, like the earth itself was pressing down on