All Chapters of Heal My Wolf: Chapter 31 - Chapter 36

Loren Luper POVThe off season wasn’t even fully over and Zeke already had us riding north like our lives depended on it.The engines roared beneath us as we tore through the dirt paths just beyond Ironclad territory, the cold biting sharper the farther we went.I welcomed it, the sting of the wind against my face helped drown out the noise in my head, helped keep certain thoughts buried where they belonged.At least that’s what I told myself.A week, that was all the break we had left before preliminaries began again. Zeke said rust killed faster than blades and knowing him, he would stand by it till death. So there we were, a pack of rogue wolves speeding toward a place that only existed because of one strange anomaly in the land.Winter's reach; an ice field bought and refurbished by the Killers MC long ago.The land shifted subtly as we crossed into it. The air grew fresher, cleaner somehow, frost clinging to grass that should have been green this time of year.The fields surround

Alpha Bladen POV We began slow preparations for the invasion that morning, while servants and staff arranged for a wedding, soldiers prepped for a day that would either make or break Bloodmoon.By evening, I could already feel the weight of the decision pressing down on me. A loss was not something we could afford, if we were to fail, not only would we attract a counter strike but we would be drawing the attention of enemy packs.Murmurs had already begun within Bloodmoon, some wolves were happy, clinging to the idea of celebration like a lifeline. Others whispered that I had my priorities wrong, that I was hosting weddings while soldiers fell ill in the infirmary and they hated it, claiming that I had failed as an alpha and a big part of me tried to believe they weren’t right.My thoughts drifted briefly to the search wolves. It was too early for reports, too early to hope and yet I did, fiercely.Whatever they found, I prayed it would be soon. Bloodmoon was growing weaker by the da

Mia Heather POVI stood at the center of a circle carved into stone, its edges too smoothly carved to be natural. The ground beneath my feet was pale, bleached of color, as though something vital had been drained from it long ago. There was no wind or sound that even my breath felt borrowed.The circle pulsed once... Then again.Each time it did, the world beyond it blurred, stretched thin like wet ink dragged across parchment. Shapes flickered at the edges of my vision; pillars, arches, something tall and watching, but whenever I tried to focus, the space hollowed out instead.Then I saw it drawn out in blood on the walls "The hollow circle."The realization of the words settled into me with a quiet dread that made my chest ache. Not that I knew what it meant, yet somehow, my body reacted to its presence.That was when I realized that truly something was supposed to flow here that something had been severed. It was as if the link between the real world and wherever this place was, ne