All Chapters of Heal My Wolf: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Mia Heather POVThe sun was high that morning, governed by clear skies and adorned with bright clouds."The perfect weather for a bit of training," Loren exclaimed, pulling me outside.He took me to a race track at the center of the pack. It was big and formed a wide circle, with the middle of the track carrying a rugby field.The race course was carved in sand, contrasting the luscious grass on the rugby field. It was magnificent, nothing I had ever seen in the Bloodmoon pack."Here," Loren said with two bikes in hand, snapping my attention towards him.He handed me one bike and stood the other, turning to me with an awfully suspicious grin."So, princess. If you wanna be a part of the Killers MC, you'd have to learn our ways.""Princess?" I muttered in amusement.He slapped the seat of the bike, urging me to take a seat.I flinched. "I...dont know how to ride, don't I get some sort of masterclass first?""The only way to ride a bike is by riding a bike, sunshine."He took my hand

Luna Viana POV"We're here," Anderson said with a smile. It was evident that he counted the clocks, hoping we got here quickly.He opened the carriage door, stretching out a hand for me. I took it, clasping the document as I made my descent down the stairs."Luna Viana, Beta Anderson, welcome. Please come with me," a young soldier said with a bow. Regardless of how composed he tried to be, his tone gave out his worry and fear. Only the moon goddess could tell what went through his mind.He led us past the guard district and into the woods, through a path adorned with 'danger' and 'keep off' signs.It was a journey longer than I had anticipated, but within an hour, we made it to a warehouse I didn't remember us having."I thought we didn't have storage units in the North of Bloodmoon, " I whispered to Anderson.He turned to me in confusion."We don't.""We built this to quarantine those with the curse," the young wolf said, as though catching on to our concerns.He passed us a piece of

Alpha Bladen POVThe night was cold and filled with whispers by the wind as it brushed through the forest, humming a tone only the goddess could understand.I stared through the window, claws out as my heartbeat quickened with every passing wind and falling star.I pondered on my decision to visit the north, on the details of the illness and occasionally on Mia; how she could be doing wherever she was, as whomever she had chosen to become.A part of me yearned for a time where I could at least get to see her again while a bigger part of me just wanted her as well as my feelings for her gone. The curse was doing more damage to me than I had bargained for, a punishment for a choice I was forced to take.I sighed, trying to control my breathing. My lung stung, my head ached and my wolf fought so hard to get out. Ever since the curse, night time was my greatest fear with daytime being my strongest ally."You need to relax," Viana said softly from beside me. I turned to her in surprise. Wh

Loren’s POVThe days after Mia’s initiation passed in a steady, quiet rhythm, it was steady for everyone else, at least. For me, it was a blur of responsibility, nerves I’d never admit to, and a strange new warmth that hadn’t existed in my chest before she arrived.Mia healed slowly, the burn on her forearm darkening into a firm, proud mark. She touched it often, sometimes absentmindedly, sometimes with quiet reverence and every time she did, I’d look away before she noticed me watching and I was watching... Way too much.Zeke would chew me out if he realized how obvious it was.On the third morning after her initiation, I brought her to what would soon be her new home.The old healer’s place.It stood on the edge of the pack grounds, wrapped in ivy and dandelions, the kind of house that looked like it carried secrets in the cracks of its windows. I’d always found the place eerie as a kid, but Mia? She looked at it like someone staring at the sunrise for the first time.Her eyes softe

Mia Heather POVThe road stretched long and quiet beneath the dim morning lights with the hum of the bikes vibrating through my bones. I sat behind Loren, my hands gripping his sides tightly as the wind brushed through my hair.Trees blurred by, the sounds of birds singing morning praises barely made it through my ears as we sped through the open road of the forest.Three hours in, fatigue began settling into my body, the burn on my forearm throbbing under the pressure of the cool air. I tried not to think about the following days, about the academy, the wolves who’d judge me, the training I wasn’t prepared for.Instead, I focused on the two wolves guiding me, Loren in front of me and Zeke leading us at a steady pace.When Zeke lifted a hand signaling that we stop, I didn’t realize how relieved I was until the bike rolled to a halt.We’d arrived at a small pack settlement tucked along the border between three Northern territories. The place was quiet, warm, and smelled faintly of pine