All Chapters of The Wolf's Call (Book 1): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“He knows.”The words leave my mouth, a stark, flat whisper that seems to shatter the fragile quiet of the study.The room goes instantly still—eerily quiet. Kael’s jaw flexes, a visible muscle jumping beneath the skin. Zeke’s brow creases deeply in concentrated worry, and Roman’s sharp gaze fixes on me with concern so profound it almost feels like tangible guilt that he couldn't prevent this intrusion. The fire crackles softly in the hearth behind Roman, but even that comforting sound feels distant, muffled by the sheer weight of Malakai’s omnipresence.“How?” Kael demands, pushing away from the desk to pace across the thick rug. His heavy boots thud against the floorboards like a ticking clock, counting down the time until Malakai makes his next move. “How the hell could he possibly know? We covered every single detail! We separated the information into three clean, completely isolated silos. Every step was executed perfectly.”I shake my head slowly, still processing the sheer aud

Roman’s palms slam against the heavy oak table so hard that the maps, historical scrolls, and strategic papers scatter violently across the polished floor.“Damn it all to hell!”The curse rips from his throat, raw, furious, and utterly defeated. His hand rakes roughly through his dark, grizzled hair, and for the first time since I’ve known him, I see the powerful Beta of Silver Lake—my grandfather—completely lose his composure, the mask of unshakable calm and control dissolving.I don’t move. None of us do. We are three silent statues in the face of his volcanic frustration.Kael is standing near the window, a dark silhouette against the light, arms crossed, his jaw set tight as iron. Zeke leans back slightly in his large leather chair, eyes darting between Roman and Kael, clearly calculating the precise second he should intervene to prevent a full-scale argument. The air in the room feels too thick, too compressed with failure to breathe easily.Roman exhales, a long, shuddering so

Erica walks fast. Too fast. She sets a blistering, unnatural pace through the thick undergrowth, navigating the dense forest with a familiarity that suggests this really is her private, known space. The deeper we go into the woods, the louder every natural sound becomes, amplified unnaturally by the silence of the wards receding behind us. The wind rustling the leaves from the ancient trees sounds like a low roar, and the chirping of crickets and unseen insects is an overwhelming clamor.Jesus, my eardrums are going to be dead by the end of this.We finally stop at a large, oval clearing, where the low evening sun barely penetrates the dense canopy. The air here feels profoundly wrong. Heavy. Still. It’s too sharp, too cold for the season, and it smells faintly of metallic ozone and damp earth.Erica turns to me, her movements fluid and focused, stretching her neck until a vertebrae pops with an audible crack. She drops instantly into a low, professional fighting stance, her feet s

"Where the hell were you, Olivia?"Zeke’s voice slices through the quiet night like a whip, raw and fueled by sheer, unfiltered fury. The sound alone makes me freeze instantly at the edge of the training field, still covered in the cold dirt and smelling faintly of earth and spice. Kael and Roman stand stiffly behind him, both looking frantic—their clothes rumpled, their expressions wild, like they’ve been searching the perimeter for hours."I—I was—" I start, but the coherent words stick painfully in my throat. My head is still spinning with too many things at once.He storms toward me, moving with terrifying speed, his heavy boots crunching loudly over the gravel walkway. His eyes are wide and bloodshot, fixed entirely on me, and for one dizzy second, the intense worry in them makes me wonder if he’s been crying. Then his hands grip my shoulders, rough and trembling, his fingers digging into my skin."What possessed you to be so unbelievably reckless?" he growls, his voice low an

I pace up and down the length of my room, the soles of my feet dragging heavily against the cold wooden floorboards. My hands tremble, and the raw sound that slips past my lips isn’t quite human—it’s a low, ragged hum, an offbeat, frantic tune I cling to just to drown out the sudden, terrifying chorus of internal voices. They whisper, they taunt, they remind me of every failure, every time I wasn’t strong enough, every moment I wasn’t there when someone, especially Olivia, needed me most.When the frantic, accusing voices quiet for a moment, the overwhelming, crushing weight of guilt rushes in like a brutal tide. I shouldn’t have yelled at her. I shouldn’t have let my selfish fear take complete control. I should have trusted her instincts, even if the facts didn’t line up. But the thought of Olivia—my vulnerable, fiercely independent mate—standing face-to-face with Malakai beyond the safe line without me there to shield her? It splits me open and renders me useless.I run a hand rou