All Chapters of Chrome and Claws : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 60 Golden flames hissing against the mountain winds as the council torches burned.Raven stood in the center of the Moon Riders’ sacred circle, her pulse thrumming in her ears, her palms damp despite the chill in the air. The trial had been announced, demanded by the elders, and though she had braced herself for it, dread coiled like a worm in her chest.Every Rider who mattered was present; elders in their ceremonial black and silver, warriors in wolf-hide cloaks, and initiates whispering nervously from the outer rings. Above them all, were the symbols of the Moon Riders glimmered faintly, painted with blood and ash from generations past.Raven had never felt more exposed.The Trial of Three was a sacred rite, invoked only when the pack questioned a Luna’s claim to power. It was not a mere ritual, but revelation. No lies could be hidden from the trial and no secrets can be buried. Whatever bonds tied her would manifest in the circle for all to see.“Step forward, Luna Raven

Chapter 62 The chill of the mountain wind gnawed at Raven’s skin, but it was nothing compared to the cold dread crawling up her spine. She had been restless since the bond shattered. The Trial of Three, Axel’s possessive fury, the violent splitting of her mark had left a void in her chest that no breath could fill. She moved cautiously through the shadowed forest, the moonlight flickering between skeletal trees like a ghostly warning.Her senses prickled. Something wasn’t right. The hairs on her neck rose, her wolf stirring.“Raven.” The whisper of her own name slid through the leaves like a serpent. She whirled, but the forest was empty. A shadow flickered across the underbrush. Not a wolf nor human but it was something else.A flash of movement, a figure cloaked in black darted from tree to tree. Raven’s breath quickened as her hands reached instinctively for the dagger at her hip, but before she could draw it, a spark of fire split the night.The figure froze mid-stride. The shado

Chapter 64 Dawn broke cold over the Moonriders’ fortress. Raven stood atop the battlements, cloak whipping in the wind, eyes scanning the horizon. The air was electric, charged with anticipation, fear, and the scent of impending battle. Below, the Riders readied themselves, weapons glinting as heartbeats echoed the same rhythm of dread and determination.Axel stood beside her, his jaw tight as his gaze swept over the gathered Riders. “They’re coming,” he said quietly, voice like a growl in the tensioned air.“They’re more than coming,” Raven murmured, the sense of foreboding crawling over her like cold fingers. “They’re relentless and they’re not alone.”From the mist-shrouded valley below, shadows began to shift as Hollowborn emerged first, monstrous and twisted, their forms vaguely human but malformed by the dark magic that gave them life. Their eyes glowed with an unnatural crimson, and their claws dug into the earth with a sound that made even hardened Riders shiver. Wolves with

Chapter 66 Two months passed like a held breath, as the Moonriders’ fortress, once a scarred ruin, built new walls where old ones had fallen. But peace here was a fragile thing. Malrik stood atop the eastern watchtower at dawn, eyes scanning the mist-laden forest. Even after weeks of calm, his instincts screamed that danger had only shifted form and that somewhere, Lyandra was rebuilding her army, her magic seeping like rot into the cracks of the world.Behind him, one of the guards approached quietly.“Commander, the scouts report no movement in the Rider’s Pass.”Malrik grunted. “No movement doesn’t mean no threat.”His gaze didn’t leave the horizon. “Double the patrols tonight. I want no blind spots. Not even the moon’s shadow.”The guard bowed and hurried off, but Malrik stayed.He could feel the residue of dark energy still lingering like veins of poison underfoot. Whatever Raven unleashed that night hadn’t vanished; it had simply gone quiet.And quiet, he knew, was often deadl

Chapter 68  The morning broke cold and brilliant over the Moonrider fortress. Frost shimmering over the training field, as it caught the first rays of sunlight like scattered shards of glass. It wasn’t the weather that brought the chill, it was her. Raven stood barefoot on the frost-slick grass, breath misting in the air, her hands trembling slightly. She hadn’t meant to freeze the lake. It had been an accident and a moment of frustration during meditation, and the water had obeyed her rage, crystallizing in a heartbeat. Now, the Guardians kept a watchful distance. “Again,” Malrik commanded, voice even but cautious. His eyes flicked to Axel, who stood nearby with his arms folded, tension written across every line of his body. Raven exhaled slowly. “I don’t think I should…” “Again,” Malr