All Chapters of Ashmoor Unseen Wolf : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Diana’s POVFire.It danced around me, wild and endless, swallowing the sky. I stood in the center of it all, barefoot on scorched earth. Smoke curled around my legs like dark fingers.I should’ve moved, ran or even screamed.But I didn’t.I couldn’t.The tower before me burned like it had always belonged to the fire. Its windows screamed as they shattered, glass melting into the blaze.Heat kissed my skin, but there was no pain.Only dread.A dread so deep it didn’t have a name, only weight.Then the smoke shifted, and something emerged.A massive wolf, fur like midnight ink, eyes glowing silver like twin moons. It stepped toward me, slow and deliberate. Its claws dripped red, the blood fresh.Its eyes gleaming like polished mirrors, reflecting every inch of my fear. It snarled, low and unearthly. I knew instinctively, I was a prey.Then came the voices.Two of them.Calling my name.“Diana!” The first voice was velvet, soft, pleading.“Diana!” The second voice was thunder, furious

Kael’s POVHer vanilla-sweet mate scent still clung to my skin.I’d showered twice in the academy’s male washroom. Scrubbed until my flesh burned. But it was still there.This was my third time returning to this godforsaken bathroom, and I was losing my mind.I glanced at my reflection in the wide mirror of the men's bathroom, only to see Diana's beautiful face staring back instead. Her sparkling green eyes, her perfectly long blond hair, her soft lips…“Mate’s lips will taste better than your favorite tea, right?” Zubby, my wolf, whispered in my head, making me swallow hard.But I quickly shook the thought away. She was too weak for my liking.“Twenty-two years,” I muttered to the moon goddess as if she was standing before me. “I waited twenty-two years, and this is who you give me? A fragile, human girl? I'd rather die than accept her.”I emptied half a bottle of sanitizer onto my hands, letting the sting bite into the raw skin.It's Useless.Her scent remained, not because it was

Diana’s POVI stood frozen beside my rusty old bicycle, the one Dad gave me for my twelfth birthday. Seven years ago. I’m nineteen now.The faded paint cracked beneath the weak morning sun as I wheeled it out of the shed. The chain protested with a shrill squeak when I shifted gears.I’d always whispered to myself how badly I wanted a new bike. But I never dared ask my parents.Mom and Dad were drowning in debt. Their late-night arguments about bills and overdue payments haunted the house.Last month, Mom sold all her jewelry, and some nights, dinner was just a bowl of cereal.So I couldn't possibly ask for a new bicycle. It wasn’t in the cards. I told myself I was okay with that.Almost.I took a deep breath, one foot on the pedal, closing the door behind me. “Bye, Mom.”But then.A rumble from the end of the quiet street stopped me cold.One. Two. Three. Four… Fifteen.Fifteen black luxury cars, all identical, lined up like a convoy of shadows, engines humming like caged beasts.The

Kael’s POVI looked at my reflection and smiled.The multimillion-dollar suit clung to my tall frame. My messy brown hair fell across my face, handsome, rugged, and seductive.My blue eyes, sharp and intense, always lured women to my bed. I was a walking Greek god.“Wow, you’re so… hot. Please, let’s go one more round,” the woman I’d picked up from the club last night said as she stirred in bed.She ran her delicate, red-painted fingers across my broad chest.“Get dressed and get out,” I growled, brushing her hand off me.I was instantly irritated.She looked nothing like her, nothing like Diana, my mate.Diana was more beautiful, with curves that could bring kingdoms to ruin.Lately, it seems every woman reminded me of her, and I hated it.“Don’t be like that, handsome. I know you like what you see, let’s…”“I said get out!” I roared, cutting her off.I strode to the wardrobe, grabbed her bag, shoes, and clothes and flung them out the window.“Should I get dressed outside? I’m naked,

Writer’s POVKelvin’s heart hammered in his chest like a war drum, as he stood frozen on the edge of Diana’s property.He wanted nothing more than to turn and run far, far away, before Kael got the chance to spot him.But the demon’s sharp eyes had already caught his silhouette, and there was no escaping now.Kael’s cold, piercing gaze cut through the darkness, unwavering and merciless.The moon cast eerie shadows across his sharp features, making him look even more terrifying. His presence was like a cold shadow settling over the yard.Summoning every shred of courage he had, Kelvin stepped forward, his footsteps barely making a sound on the dew-wet grass.“Hey, big bro. Out late too?” Kelvin said, wrapping Kael in a stiff, forced hug.Kael’s voice was calm but carried a sharp edge that made Kelvin’s skin prickle. “What are you doing here, Kelvin?”Kelvin pulled away, creating some distance between them. His throat went dry; words stuck to his tongue.Forcing a casual shrug, he lied,