All Chapters of CHASING MONSTERS: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

(Malik’s pov)The Rogue Stronghold felt wrong without her.Malik stood at the upper balcony and watched the inner yard below, where his pack moved with practiced discipline. They were stronger now. Sharper. Not the scattered border rogues outsiders imagined, but a force that had learned to survive by adapting or dying.He was proud of the pack he had created. A force of strength made out of misfits, outcasts and criminals. Wolves who had once been outlaws, now respected him and most importantly followed him. From what he was told even Xavier, the fire wolf, had looked impressed with the pack. Not the misfit rogues he had imagined them to be.They called themselves Rogues, but they weren’t really. No stench of the Rogue musk clung to his people. This was a pack, a strong one. That took its strength from the Alpha. Him, Malik.And still, something was missing.Scarlett’s cry no longer threaded through the stone halls. Jo’s quiet presence, the way she soothed the child with steady hands

(Xavier's pov)Xavier adjusted the fall of his jacket and caught his reflection in the tall mirror by the colonnade.Clean lines. Dark fabric. The sigil of his house fastened at his throat. Everything measured. Everything precise. He looked every inch the king he was expected to be.“Stop frowning,” Ronan said. “You’ll crease your face before the ceremony.”“I’m not frowning,” Xavier replied.“You are,” Ronan said easily. “You do it when you’re thinking too hard.”Xavier glanced sideways at him. “Then you should be grateful I’m not pacing.”Ronan smiled. He looked infuriatingly composed, broad shoulders relaxed, jacket sitting perfectly on him like it had never known doubt. He carried himself like a man who had already crossed his hardest ground and come back intact.Xavier envied that steadiness.Fintan stood a pace back, hands clasped behind him, gaze unfocused as if he were listening to something only he could hear.That, more than anything else, put Xavier on edge.“You’ve been qu

(Malik's pov)Malik did not ride into the Sanctuary like an enemy.He rode in like a man who had already chosen a side.The outer defenses reacted immediately. Wolves moved from shadow to position with practiced speed, not aggressive but alert, weapons held ready, eyes sharp. This was no frightened refuge anymore. This place had been hardened, reinforced, turned into something that could endure.Good.Malik slowed his horse deliberately, dismounted before he was ordered to, and raised his hands just enough to show he understood the rules of the place.“I’m here for Jo,” he said. “And I need Abel. Now.”A pair of guards exchanged a look. One stepped closer, gaze sweeping Malik from boots to shoulders, then to the insignia he wore openly at his throat.Recognition flickered.“You wait,” the guard said. Not unkindly. “Don’t move.”Malik nodded once. He didn’t intend to.He stood there, reins loose in his hand, listening to the quiet life of the Sanctuary moving around him. Voices. Footst

(Malik's pov)Malik waited in the shadows of the sanctuary.Stone and shadow wrapped the courtyard, cool and quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos still echoing faintly from the direction of the chapel. Shouts carried on the air, broken and distant. Whatever had begun as a wedding ceremony had ended in blood.He wondered if Veronica would make it out alive or if she would finally meet the end she had escaped too many times before. He knew her. She had a gift for survival, a way of slipping through catastrophe untouched while others paid the price.The woman wore her arrogance well.Vile bitch, he thought to himself.Jo surfaced in his mind without warning, the woman he was here to protect. Her steady presence. Her courage was quiet but unyielding. After this, he wanted his pack recognised within the Wolf Nation. And if that day came, he vowed to himself he would make Jo his luna.What better time, some would argue, to take a human bride than when the old world was already cracking open

Ronan had hunted monsters before.He had hunted wolves gone rabid, men who wore cruelty like a crown, and hunters who hated him. Nothing in his years had prepared him for the way the chapel had ruptured tonight, for the way Xavier’s scream had sounded when Sophie fell, or for the moment the king stopped being a man at all.Xavier had become something older.Ronan jogged through the outer corridors with Abel beside him, both of them moving fast, weapons left behind on purpose because the last thing either of them needed was a twitchy guard mistaking a blade flash for a threat when the threat was already loose.“Where did he go?” Ronan demanded, breath hard, mind racing too fast to settle.Abel’s face was tight, his eyes scanning every corner, every passage, as if he could track a Lycan by sheer fury alone. “Out. Toward the Sanctuary, if the reports are right. If he caught her scent trail…” He stopped himself, jaw clenching. “If he caught her trail.”Ronan didn’t correct him. He didn’t