All Chapters of Ashmoor Unseen Wolf : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Diana’s POVThe afternoon air tasted of iron and dry leaves, a sour rot undercutting the heat.“Can’t we wait until night?” I asked, voice low and tight.“No.” George’s answer came like a stone. “This lane is empty most days… just farmers. We need someone to stumble across them, raise the alarm that a beast did it. That story shields us. With the bodies already beginning to rot, we can’t afford any trace back to us.”My palms burned as George and I hauled the limp corpses across the dirt. Bianca followed behind, scattering leaves over our tracks. The sting of disinfectant from the bottle she carried cut through the earthy air.The bodies Kael had flung from the window seemed to grow heavier with every step, as if death itself had latched onto them. By the time we reached the ravine, sweat plastered my shirt to my back and my arms trembled with exhaustion.They hit the water with a dull splash that the distant roar of the expressway swallowed whole. George exhaled raggedly and pressed

Kelvin’s POVThe boot of the car rattled with a dull clang every time the wheels struck a bump, a hollow reminder that Diana was back there, bound, breathing, alive. Trapped.The thought should have tasted like victory. Instead, it scraped through my chest like broken glass, bitter as ash on my tongue.I tightened my grip on the steering wheel until my knuckles cracked. The engine roared, devouring the empty night roads, carrying me closer to the Council’s meeting grounds. A place of judgment. A place of endings.And tonight, the Sovereign would choke on his own sins.A laugh ripped out of me, short and hollow. “So, you’ve been laughing at me all along, old man?” My voice sounded jagged, raw. “Using me, bending me like a fool…”The Sovereign. Diana’s father. The man who clothed his manipulation in counsel and wisdom, who shook his head whenever I raged about Diana. Of course he had. She was his blood. His daughter.And me? I had been nothing but his pawn.A pawn dressed up as a king.

Eva’s POVThe morning reeked of burnt coffee and bad news, the kind that settles in your chest before you even know why.Diana’s mother had gone mad with grief, tearing through the city in search of her daughter. My parents and I tried to stop her, but she was far beyond reason.I sat on the edge of the couch, phone in hand, scrolling for what felt like the hundredth time through the news feeds and group chats.Diana’s name was still the only thing missing.Mum’s voice drifted from the kitchen, tight and weary, like a string pulled too far.“Eva, eat something. You’ve been at it all night.”“I can’t,” I rasped, my throat raw. “She wouldn’t just disappear like this. Something’s wrong.”The last time I’d seen Diana was two days ago, outside the bank. She’d flashed me that restless, determined smile and said, “I just need to take care of something, Eva. I’ll be back before dinner.”Dinner came and gone. Then two nights. Then the silence grew teeth.Now, this morning, San Francisco was dr

Sovereign’s POVMy estate once breathed with power.The marble halls pulsed with the weight of my command — councilmen flooding in like tides, their whispers trembling with reverence, their loyalty a living thing.Now, silence ruled.Each echo of my footsteps mocked me, cold and sharp against the hollow corridors. The air reeked faintly of wax and dust, of things forgotten.Once, men bowed to me at the mere sound of my name.Now, they deserted me.Since the night Kael stormed into the council chambers and tore Diana away, fear had hollowed out the heart of my empire. The council had turned cowardly, hiding behind their oaths, behind masks of obedience they no longer intended to wear.Fools.Some had already begun to pledge allegiance to Kael, believing that siding with the beast would save their families when he came for them.They didn’t understand… Kael never spares.I poured myself a glass of aged bloodwine. The dark liquid caught the dim light like molten rubies, rippling with ref

Sovereign’s POVThe smell of gun oil always soothed me. Sharp. Metallic. Clean. It smelled like power, like control.The indoor shooting range hummed; low and mechanical, as the target motors whirred forward under the harsh glow of fluorescent lights. One by one, torsos on rails slid closer, pale paper bodies waiting to be torn apart.I raised the pistol and squeezed. The room cracked alive with thunder.Silver rounds. Beautiful. Lethal.One bullet punched dead center in the target’s chest. Sensors screamed red. I smiled, cold and satisfied.“At last,” I murmured. “Let’s see you heal through that, Kael.”I holstered the gun and turned to the weapons table—rifles with glassy scopes, dart launchers like miniature cannons, grenades packed like fruit in a crate. Kelvin had finally earned his praise. After days of excuses and delays, today he’d delivered.I ran a finger down the new rifle’s barrel, its steel cool beneath my skin. “That silly hybrid Kael… he dies today.”A noise snapped the