All Chapters of Chrome and Claws : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter One The night was made for outlaws.Engines roared across the abandoned railway lot, bouncing off the skeletons of old freight cars and graffiti-stained concrete walls. The Iron Fangs called it their home base, though “territory” was a better word. A hundred feet of cracked asphalt, a haze of cigarette smoke, cheap beer, and music pounding so loud it rattled bones.Raven Blackthorne sat on the hood of a junked pickup at the edge of the chaos, a beer bottle untouched beside her, boots planted on the bumper. From here, she could see it all: the fights, the laughter, the flashing knives, the flashier girls. The Fangs lived for chaos.She rode with them, bled with them, but she wasn’t one of them; not really.Her Harley sat a few feet away, chrome glinting under a sickly streetlight, black paint so glossy it looked like a piece of the night itself. That bike was her anchor, the only thing that made sense in a world that chewed people up and spit them out.The wolf beneath her ski

Chapter Three The Iron Fangs rolled into the lot just after midnight, engines snarling loud enough to rattle the windows of the warehouse they called home. Raven felt every vibration in her bones, a reminder that she had made it back alive, though the night still clung to her like smoke. She dismounted the Harley slowly, Sabrina clambering off with shaky legs. The bike was in bad shape, but not as bad as her nerves.Reed Cutter hadn’t said much on the ride back. He hadn’t needed to. His silence was heavier than threats, the kind that left her waiting for the knife to drop. He rode ahead of her the whole way, like a shadow guiding her into judgment. Cole, of course, was another story. He never stopped smirking, tossing her looks that said he couldn’t wait for her to fall.Inside, the Fangs spread out into the warehouse. It was part clubhouse, part garage, part den for men who thought the world owed them something. Oil-stained floors, rusting tool racks, neon beer signs buzzing faintl

Chapter Five The alley reeked of smoke and silver.Raven’s claws were out as her wolf pressed against her skin, eyes glowing faint gold in the shadows. The three hunters circled, blades glinting, crossbows trained. But the worst threat wasn’t them, It was Cole standing frozen, knife in hand, staring at her like she was a monster that had just stepped out of his nightmares.“What the hell are you?” he rasped, voice hoarse, disbelief cracking through it.The blond hunter laughed. “Even your own pack didn’t know. What does that say about you, wolfie?”Cole flinched. His grip tightened on the knife. His gaze darted between Raven and the hunters, and for one awful second she saw the possibility of the betrayal blooming in his eyes.“Cole,” Raven hissed, trying to keep her voice steady. “Back up. Now.”But the hunters didn’t give him time. One lunged, silver blade slashing for Raven’s side. She twisted, claws scraping against steel with a sickening screech. Sparks burst, pain seared wher

Chapter SevenThe word kneel tore through Raven like a whip.Her knees locked, as every bone in her body screamed to resist. Wolves don't kneel to anyone but their Alpha and Reed weren't hers.But the Fangs had closed in around her like a noose. The alley reeked of smoke, gasoline, and suspicion. Cole stood grinning in triumph, knife still gleaming in his hands as Sabrina trembled, her wide eyes darting helplessly between them. The hunters muttered, wounded but eager to watch her fall.And Axel simply leaned against his stone wall, golden eyes molten with amusement, his bond tugging at her like an invisible chain.“Mine”, her wolf whispered. She snarled back at her.“Not his, Never his”.But Reed’s voice cut sharper than claws. “On. Your. Knees.”Raven’s pulse thundered in her throat as she pondered on what to do. If she obeyed, she’d look guilty and If she refused, she’d be branded disloyal. Every option was a blade aimed at her chest.Sabrina lunged forward, her small frame almost

Chapter Nine The fire spread faster than Raven thought possible. One moment it licked along the rafters, the next it was an inferno devouring the bones of the clubhouse. The air filled with choking black smoke, sparks raining down like fiery snow as every breath burned her lungs.“Get them out!” Reed roared, dragging two bleeding Fangs toward the shattered door. His voice was ragged but commanding, cutting through the chaos like a blade.Sabrina darted through the haze, half-carrying a younger recruit whose leg was mangled beyond recognition.Her face was streaked with soot, determination hardening her delicate features.Raven’s chest heaved, claws itching to rip free again as the bond pulsed in her veins, as the memory of Axel’s touch still burned her skin. His words echoed in her mind, soft as poison; “Watch how quickly they turn on you.”And already, she saw it, the sidelong glances from Fangs she had bled beside. The whisper of fear when they’d seen her claws and Cole’s triumpha