All Chapters of The Wolf's Call (Book 1): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I push back against his chest, but it’s a pathetic, half-hearted resistance, like a kitten swatting at a lion.“Put me down, Zeke,” I manage, my voice a cracked whisper. I need distance from him. I need to think, to separate the horrifying fantasy of the shifting, the fur, the wolf, from the reality of this small, stuffy apartment.He ignores me completely. His eyes flicker once to my face, then settle on a fuming Ethan. The look is a challenge, a claim, and a final dismissal all in one."You heard her. Put her–"“She’s in shock,” Zeke states, his voice calm, but with a steel edge that silences Ethan mid-word. “And she’s going to need a shirt, unless you two plan on staring at her all night.”It’s the most pragmatic, non-emotional thing he could have said, and it cuts through the frantic tension in the room, reminding us of the absurdity of the scene. I’m naked beneath a thin throw blanket, held in the arms of the man who I just remembered is a mythological creature, while my best f

I stare at Zeke like he’s lost his damn mind. My arms are crossed so tight across my chest that my nails are digging crescents into my skin.Is he insane? No...he IS insane.He’s grinning at me like a boy who’s just told a joke he’s proud of. The sunlight catches on the edge of his teeth and the little golden stud earring on his left ear lobe. It would be charming if I wasn’t two seconds away from kicking that smile off his face.“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks, tilting his head.I groan, releasing my hands from their prison across my chest. “Are you kidding me right now? You can’t be serious about this.”He spreads his hands, still smiling. “Dead serious. Come with me to my pack. Meet your people. I think it’s just about time.”I gape at him. “Your pack? Zeke, I’m not going anywhere with you.”“You’re their Luna, Olivia. You have to at least meet them. They’re waiting for you, you know? They've been waiting seven years for their Luna.”“I never asked to be their Luna,”

Idiots.That has become my new favourite word, mostly because I'm surrounded by idiots.Zeke stares down at Ethan with a grin that’s all sharp teeth and infuriating amusement. He doesn't even try to hide the superiority in his enchanting green eyes. He’s standing perfectly still, relaxed, yet radiating a coiled tension that makes the air feel thinner around him.Meanwhile, Ethan’s pacing in front of him like a soldier before battle, every word rolling off his tongue like a threat he barely manages to maintain. “If you so much as put one scratch on her, I swear, I’ll call every government agency, every organization, I’ll expose your entire species! You won’t know what hit you, Alpha.” He spits the title like a curse.Zeke chuckles, low and throaty, finding Ethan’s frantic, human-scale threats utterly delightful. “Swear what, little human? You’ll throw hands with me?” He gestures vaguely at Ethan’s slim, academic frame. “You actually believe you can keep her safer than I can? Me? I h

"Where have you been?" I demand the second her voice slithers into my mind. The mental connection is immediate, vibrant, and startlingly clear. "You just vanished. Poof! You left me in silence. I felt like I was walking blind, and fighting against myself."Her laugh is low and smooth, a ripple of warm pleasure in my chest. "Vanished? Please. I was taking a much-needed vacation. You’re exhausting, you know that? All that human-level anxiety and existential dread—it takes a toll. I had to retreat to consolidate my energy. That’s what happens when you accidentally unleash a creature that has been dormant for two decades."I blink, startled. "Vacation? You chose a terrible time for a mental spa day. I needed you to help me control that brute! He almost suffocated Ethan!""Relax, Liv. He’s predictable. And I'm glad you finally know who you are. We’re done with the whole “mystery identity” crisis. Now, instead of calling me your mind, you can call me by my name. It’s only polite, since we s

The walk through the pack house feels like a parade I never signed up for, and I am the unwilling grand marshal. Every time we pass someone, maids polishing silver railings, young warriors training in the vast yard visible through the windows, even kids darting through the wide, polished halls, they stop, bow their heads, and lower their eyes in submission. It’s unsettling. It’s not reverence; it's a deep, instinctive acknowledgment of power.Zeke, meanwhile, beams at them, all dazzling charm, tossing greetings like a teenager that's just tasting power for the first time. “Morning, Callen! Good work with the patrols yesterday.” Or...“Morning, Mrs. V. Hope the breakfast pastries were to your liking.” He’s in his element, the consummate Alpha, effortlessly commanding respect while maintaining an air of approachability.Gosh, social awkwardness is scared of this man.Roman, however, is stone-faced. No smile, no nod, just the barest, stiff dip of his chin in acknowledgment of the le