All Chapters of The Wolf's Call (Book 1): Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Zeke kisses me like he’s trying to steal the very last piece of me before the chaotic, demanding world snatches us back entirely. Warriors move with purpose everywhere around us, the metallic clang of armor mixing with the low murmurs of command. The entire pack perimeter is humming like an agitated hive just moments before a swarm, perched on the brink of an existential war. It feels ridiculous, really, to be kissing in the dead center of all this intense military movement…and yet, somehow, it feels perfect, like the last sense of normalcy with everything absurd going on.He pulls back just an inch, enough for me to feel the warm rush of his breath against my lips. “This might be the last quiet moment we get for a long time, Liv,” he murmurs, tucking a stray strand of hair on my cheeks behind my ear.I’m about to lean in and claim that moment again when Kael’s voice interrupts the moment.“Alright, lovebirds,” he calls out, sounding far too focused and wide awake for someone abo

I hold my breath without meaning to, a nervous, involuntary reaction. The deep, vibrant purple Fae magic slithers aggressively around me, crackling audibly like it’s actively chewing on the surrounding air itself. It coils tighter, holding me in a suffocating embrace, and the air leaves my lungs in one slow, miserable drag. Orion stands calmly a few feet away, his hands loosely at his sides, a lazy, irritating smirk pulling at his mouth as he watches my struggle.“Do something useful about it, little Luna,” he says, his voice entirely devoid of concern. “I am not letting you go until you forcibly break yourself out of this binding spell. If the King is going to take you to the Frostpeaks, you must learn to counter basic restraints.”I grit my teeth, suppressing a cough, and desperately try to focus my internal energy. The dark magic inside me finally stirs, but it feels sluggish, unresponsive, like a giant rolling over in bed and refusing to wake up despite the emergency. I push har

“Drop the carts! Leave them all!” Roman commands, fiercely gesturing to the men below him.The exhausted warriors hauling the heavy supply carts freeze instantly for a second, probably wondering in their fatigue if they just misheard a suicidal order. One of the elves wipes a thick layer of frost off his lashes and calls back, his voice thin with disbelief, “But Beta, how would we possibly survive the rest of this climb without any food or supplies?”Xander answers before Roman can. The elf commander is already halfway up a perilous, sheer ridge, his breath fogging out in slow, labored puffs. He doesn't look like the idiot he is. No, his face is set tight, and you can see him being a general in this moment.“We hunt from this point onward. The altitude is too high and the path is too treacherous. Those damned carts are guaranteed to get someone seriously injured or killed if they continue to slide. We’ll secure them behind cover and pick them up on the way back down after the fight.

I try desperately to steady my shallow breathing, but it is entirely useless. My heart won’t slow its frantic rhythm, no matter how tightly I squeeze my eyes shut in the oppressive darkness of the tent. Zeke is sound asleep beside me, wonderfully warm and completely tangled around my waist like my wolf anchor, as if he’s subconsciously afraid I’ll vanish into the dark if he dares to loosen his grip. His breath is slow, deep, and steady—almost aggressively peaceful. I desperately wish mine could somehow match his tranquil cadence.Valen explicitly warned me not to try this again. He had made the action sound equivalent to stepping directly onto a live wire—that attempting to access that psychic path again would give away our position to Malakai and our weeks of travel up the mountain for a surprise attack would all be wasted.But I don’t care about the risk anymore. I need concrete answers. If I am truly stuck with this cursed, contaminating power even after Malakai is dead and gone

Malakai’s dry, amused laughter rolls through the oppressive darkness like it’s echoing inside my very bones. Zeke explicitly told me not to stray, told me to stay firmly at his side, told me a hundred logical things that made sense in a war environment. But sense means absolutely nothing when the entire battle is visibly slipping out of control, the respawning shadow warriors are overwhelming our forces, and Kael, the living focus of my worst vision, is right there in the middle of everything I’ve already seen go horribly wrong.My legs move entirely before my panicked mind catches up to the decision. I rip myself violently out of Zeke’s desperate reach and push through the chaotic swirl of shadows until Malakai stands directly in front of me, exactly where fear has been placing him in my nightmares for months.He smiles broadly, casually, like we’re old friends meeting on a sunny, pleasant day.“Ah, Olivia. You’ve certainly learned a lot in a very short time,” he says, his eyes bri