All Chapters of Ashmoor Unseen Wolf : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Diana POVI ran until I couldn’t feel my legs.The evening had curdled into a bitter night. The wind clawed at my skin, sharp as glass, and each breath tore from my throat like fire.My lungs burned.My heart pounded so violently it felt like it might break free from my ribs. Every footfall sent tremors through my battered body, but I didn’t stop.I couldn’t.Kael’s presence still clung to me like ice.Cold. Silent. Haunting.And yet…As I turned the corner onto my street, headlights spilled across the pavement behind me, slow, measured and unmistakable.His car.Kael was following me.My pulse spiked, panic blooming behind my eyes. I braced for the worst, expected him to lunge from the shadows, bare his fangs, finish what Abigail had started.But he didn’t.He just… drove.A few paces behind. Never speeding up. Never rolling down the window. Never even honking.Just the low, quiet hum of the engine, like a watchful heartbeat in the dark.The golden glow from his headlights painted th

Kael’s POVThe air in the council chamber hung thick with the cloying scent of ancient incense, sweet and rotting at once. Smoke curled like ghostly fingers along the rafters, coiling in and out of the dim light. Every breath tasted of ash and iron.At the far end of the table, the Sovereign stood, draped in ceremonial black, tall and unmoving, a judge carved from shadow. His voice rang out, cold and echoing, reverberating through the stone walls like the toll of a funeral bell.“Lord Draven has failed this council. He misled us with a false promise of a surprise on his birthday. And his silence about the girl, Diana, has endangered us all. He is hereby stripped of his position as the Lycan Leader. He remains only as a member.”His words fell like stones into a still lake. No one moved. No one even breathed.Except my father.Who sat close to me at the head of the table, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought his teeth might snap. His eyes stared forward, Stoic, unreadable, as if he ha

Kael’s POVThe music pounded like war drums as I stepped inside, bass booming through the floor, vibrating up my legs and into my chest like it was trying to jolt something dead back to life. It didn’t. It only reminded me I was still here. Still breathing. Still haunted.Lights slashed through the darkness; blue, red, violet. They flickered across sweating bodies moving like one organism.The scent of too much perfume hung thick in the air, layered over sweat and smoke, clinging to my skin.The club pulsed with hunger.Laughter spilled like wine. Hips rolled. Skin flashed. Women, dressed to kill, eyes sharp as daggers, stared like I was something rare.Not prey. A prize.Everywhere I turned, hands reached out. Fingers grazed my arm. A whisper of a touch, a flash of a smile, lips parted in invitation.And in San Francisco, someone like me wasn’t supposed to walk into a place like this without an entourage. Without guards.But who the hell would dare stop me?I’m Kael.A hybrid Alpha.

Mrs. Johnson’s POVSunday always smelled of talcum powder, and the faintest trace of incense from last week's service was still clinging to the coats in the hallway.The morning sunlight breaking through the curtains like a promise. The sound of the kettle hissing in the kitchen mingled with the familiar creak of our old wardrobe as Diana changed outfits for the third time.My husband had already gone, called to the barracks before dawn, as always. That left just me and Diana.I paced the tiled floor, my heels tapping like a metronome, anxious and sharp.“Diana, hurry!” I called, tugging my scarf into place in the cracked hallway mirror. “We’re late already. Jesus is waiting, but He won’t wait forever! Don’t make me call you again!”She mumbled something from her room, probably fussing with her earrings or spraying that lavender perfume she drowned herself in every Sunday. She always took too long. Hair, lips, brows, everything had to be perfect, even for church.She finally stepped

Diana’s POVThe drive home was silent.The only sound was the soft hum of tires over the asphalt and the wind whispering through the cracked window, tugging at strands of my hair like it wanted to pull me back to everything I was trying to forget.The city fell away behind us, block by block, like the fading remnants of a bad dream.I held the bottle of juice she’d given me, now warm from my trembling hands, its slick surface damp with condensation. It sat heavy in my lap, half-empty, half-forgotten, like it had soaked up some of the fear still coiled in my bones.My body ached with bruises, but the real pain sat deeper in the part of me still waiting for Kael to explain everything… anything.I felt Eva glance over at me now and then. Quiet flickers of concern. Measuring. Waiting.“He shouldn’t have left you like that,” she said softly, finally.I didn’t look at her. “Don’t start.”She obeyed instantly. Silence again, thicker this time.Halfway home, she spoke up, her voice cautious,