All Chapters of Ashmoor Unseen Wolf : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Diana’s POVI didn’t even make it past the courtyard before my legs buckled beneath me, and I collapsed onto the wet green field, gasping for air like I’d been underwater too long. The cold biting through my knees like teeth.My chest heaved, sharp and desperate, while sweat mixed with the chill of the morning dew soaking through my school uniform, making it feel like wet paper wrapped around my body.Eva caught up seconds later, practically skidding to a stop beside me.“Diana!”She dropped to her knees beside me, her breath hitching, cheeks blotchy with wind and panic. Her hands were trembling as they reached for me.“What the hell? Why’d you run like that? You scared me!”I raised my head slowly, my hair clinging damply to my face. When our eyes met, the words tumbled from me before I could stop them. I couldn’t keep it inside. Not from her.“It was her,” I rasped.Eva blinked, her brows drawing together. “Who?”I pointed, my hand shaking, toward the courtyard notice board, where t

Kael’s POVThe council chamber reeked of stale incense and the sweat of ancient, powerful men.The council members snarled and snapped like starved dogs fighting over scraps, their voices rising and falling in a cacophony of greed and ambition as they debated Diana's fate.I leaned back in my chair, my eyes gleaming with calculated interest beneath lowered lashes, watching the council members continue to argue and scheme, each driven by their own agendas and desires.“She must've known Renner, her would-be killer, is an Ashmoor teacher by now,” spat Elder Rian, his voice brittle as old bones. “We can't risk her exposing us or spilling Ashmoor's secrets to the world.”“Nonsense,” Elder Marrick snapped, his voice like a whip cracking through the air. “She was the killer. Don't forget she has dual hearts. She was the last person with the Seer. It cannot be a coincidence. She killed her to escape.”Carolina, the council's strongest witch, spoke up, her voice dripping with hunger. “Why was

Kelvin’s POVThe morning sun crept through the blinds, casting pale gold lines across my face, coaxing me awake before my alarm could. But I didn’t mind. My lips still held the ghost of a smile from yesterday.I couldn’t stop thinking about her smile.The way her eyes lit up when she unwrapped the little gift I got her. It wasn’t even expensive, just a simple $5,000 bag I saw and thought, this is Diana.But the way she held it, like it was gold, like it mattered, made me feel like I mattered.And she called me Kelvin.Not Kael.For the first time, she said my name like it was meant for me.God, I replayed it in my head all night like a favorite song.Skipping school today felt so tempting. School felt like a punishment. But the thought of not seeing Diana today, even for a few hours.That ache… it hunted me.I needed to see her. Be near her. I grabbed my phone, my fingers moving before my thoughts caught up. I dialed.“Hello, pretty Diana,” I said, my voice soft, hoping I didn’t soun

Kael's POVThe wine was bitter.A deep red that bit the tongue, sharp and acidic, no matter how expensive the bottle or how old the vintage. It was the same label George always brought up from the cellar, but it no longer tasted like luxury. It tasted like blood. I swallowed it anyway, letting it burn down my throat.The fire in my chest helped me think.The surrounding room was dim, cloaked in red lights. I’d replaced all the bulbs because I hated brightness, it felt too exposing.The windows were shut tight, sealing in the scent of pine smoke from the hearth. Still and silent. I liked silence. Silence didn’t lie. If you listened long enough, it told you things.Then, the door creaked open.George stepped in, cautious as always. He smelled like wet grass and tension.“You called for me, Alpha?” he asked, his voice taut.“Speak,” I said, swirling the wine lazily, like blood in a glass, not bothering to look at him.He groaned like someone being asked to clean a murder scene. “You know

Abigail POVI froze.Abortion?The word struck me like a blade to the chest, sharp, cruel, final. It echoed in my skull, over and over, until it wasn’t a word anymore but a scream.Kael’s voice was cold, detached, as though the life growing inside me was nothing more than a nuisance to be erased.My heart galloped in my chest, not from fear; no, this was terror. The baby wasn’t just a child. It was my link, my only link, to the Draven family, to a throne of power I had clawed my way toward. And now, with one word, Kael was threatening to sever that.Tears threatened, hot and unwelcome, but I forced them back. My wrists throbbed beneath the enchanted rope. Kael was pacing now, muttering things I couldn’t hear, but I didn’t need to hear him to know his intentions.Then… opportunity.A whisper. A pulse. A spark.Kael left the room, carelessly trusting the rope he’d bound me with.He must have forgotten; I wasn’t some helpless mortal.I was a vampire.Something Kael had clearly underesti