All Chapters of Untamed: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The night no longer felt like night. It was very lively…whispers around, trembling, observing. Kyle ran around through the forest, rain dropping against his skin, his breath expressing a tempest of anger and disbelief. All the trees seemed to lean in his direction, avoiding him. No longer Alpha. The phrase kept resounding in his mind, harsh and empty. Behind him, he could still faintly hear the tolling of the council’s bells …a sound that signified not just exile, but betrayal. They had chosen to be afraid instead of truth. And he had lost everything. --- Lydia stood in front of the cracked mirror in the cabin, the flashing blue flame behind her demonstrating a kind of light of a world beyond death on her reflection. Her mark – the one that has a connection to Kyle was still glowing softly, but it now vibrated with a slow, fading rhythm. 

The rain stopped three days ago, yet the ground continued to release steam as if it were smoldering from deep below.  Across the valley, wolves murmured about unusual lights shining through in the forest and howls that didn't belong to any known pack. Something ancient was stirring. --- Inside the cabin, Lydia was wide awake. The air around her hummed softly, as if the world was in a normal state of balance, waiting for her to break the silence. The glowing ashes she had noticed hadn't cooled; instead, they beat alive steadily, full of life and warmth. Thoren had left at dawn, claiming he was out "gathering signs." But Lydia could sense his unease. The expression he wore the night before reminded her of her father's face just before a storm, the look of someone who sensed a threat far beyond mere fear. She settled beside the ashes and whispered, "You're

Kyle hadn’t gotten any sleep. Not since he heard that first scream. Not since those restless, glowing gold eyes appeared in the flames, remaining with him almost at every breath. The lingering odor of smoke clung to his armor, bitter and oppressive, a scent that no amount of scrubbing could remove. The Purge was meant to bring about peace. Instead, it had only resulted in a heavy, drowning silence following the destruction of something sacred. He stood at the edge of the area within the trees, watching ashes move in different directions through the air like fading snowflakes. The healers were busy looking after the injured, while the Luna gave out orders with a voice sharp enough to pierce through the sadness. Yet there was an unspoken fear among them all—the unsettling worry that the fire hadn’t truly finished what it had started. Because somewhere out there, beyond those trees… Lydia was still

The Ashen River flowed darkly that night, cutting through the forest like a deep cut, with the moon's reflection dancing upon its surface. There was a time when this river served as a purifying spot for the pack, a sacred place where new wolves were bathed before their initiation.  Now, it has become a refuge for the outcasts. Lydia knelt by the bank, she dipped her hands into the chilly water. Her reflection met her gaze with very bright looking eyes, her skin marked with cover and blood. The river’s current swept along bits of ash, remnants of the Purge that had concealed the world in gloom. She shut her eyes, attempting to recall the feeling of peace that had existed before the world deemed her unworthy of it. Yet, quietness was passing quickly. “Be careful, wolf-girl,” a voice whispered from the shadows. “The river remembers the blood it has touched.”&nb

The forest enveloped her.Lydia kept running forward, the ground beneath her paws becoming a blurred rush, her lungs on fire. She didn’t pause even when the blood aroma faded or when the distant howls behind her began to quiet. She kept running, fearing that if she stopped, her thoughts would catch up to her,.. and the pain of those thoughts was worse than any claws or teeth could inflict.The wolf inside her continued to give a wild, fragmented cry that resonated deep within her bones. The bond mark on her wrist throbbed faintly, even in her wolf form … Kyle was trying to summon her back, an instinct that pulled through their connection. She chose to ignore it.Eventually, as she came to an unsteady halt, the dawn appeared as a mere gloomy dense smoke above the treetops. The forest floor was damp and still, broken only by the gentle sound of a nearby stream. She transformed back, her breath uneven, her skin marked with mud and blood, not all of it her own.The reflection in the strea