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Chapter 30: Unleashed p. 2

“Keep walking,” Kieran muttered, his grip tightening on my waist as my knees wobbled.“I’m trying,” I hissed, “but my spine is… reformatting itself!”Another tremor tore through me, making my claws pop in and out like malfunctioning switchblades. Rowan threw his jacket around me, tugging the sleeves down to hide the tips of my forming talons.Damon growled - actually growled - at the bystanders. The street went quiet fast.Silas shot a look over his shoulder. “Move. Now. No more delays.”We hurried toward the convoy parked a block away - which, for the record, was already a catastrophically stupid distance given the whole protect the unstable new heiress from rogue attacks situation.“Why the hell did you park this far?” I wheezed. “Were you hoping I’d shift in public for the fun of it?”“We didn’t choose the spot,” Rowan muttered, teeth clenched. “We had men waiting at the front.”“Had?” Damon asked grimly.We turned the corner. And then we saw why there were no guards at the hotel e

Chapter 31: Run, Clara, Run

The drive back to the estate was a disaster in slow motion.Kieran barked orders. Damon snapped back. Rowan cursed at traffic that wasn’t even there, and Silas kept checking my pulse like I was seconds from flatlining. I would’ve made a joke about being treated like a collapsing Victorian maiden, but consciousness kept flickering in and out like a dying lightbulb.And beneath it all my wolf didn’t calm. Didn’t retreat. Didn’t sleep.She seethed.By the time we reached the estate, the suppressant had burned out of my system. Almost entirely. My skin buzzed, prickling with heat. My bones ached like they were rattling inside me, begging to snap, lengthen, break free.I stumbled out of the SUV the moment the door opened.Now, back inside the mansion, the worst part wasn’t the pain.It was the waiting.Suppressant injections were basically duct tape over a volcano. Useful. Effective. And temporary as hell.By the time the stuff started to wear off, I was curled sideways on the enormous bed

Chapter 32: The Moonlit Chase

My paws hit the forest floor like I’d been running on four legs since birth. Wind tore past my fur. Muscles rippled with power I never knew I had. My wolf - my other half - laughed inside me, a deep, rolling joy I felt all the way to my ribs."More" she urged. "Run more."So we did.We sprinted past the estate line and into the Vale territory woods. Branches whipped by. Leaves crunched beneath us. The air was crisp enough to sting, sharp enough to bring tears to my new wolf eyes.And gods, I loved it.I wasn’t Clara-the-disaster. I wasn’t Clara-the-scandal. I wasn’t Clara-the-weak-link.I was Clara, the wolf who finally remembered she had teeth.A rustle behind me snapped my attention sideways. Instinct flared - not fear, just alertness - and I skidded to a stop, claws digging into the dirt. I spun, ready to snarl at whatever dared—Four wolves burst through the trees. Enormous. Dark. Familiar.My brothers.They slowed when they spotted me, disbelief and awe rolling off them so stro

Chapter 33: Running With Ghosts

The forest welcomed us like it had been waiting for this moment… for me. Pine, damp earth, the sweet bite of wind. I tore through it all like a creature waking up from a lifelong coma. My paws dug into the soil, powerful and sure, my body moving with a grace I’d never earned but somehow always owned. And the boys - Kieran, Rowan, Damon, Silas - flanked me like four shadows of the same storm.For once, none of them hovered. None tried to shield me. They ran with me."You’re fast." Rowan’s wolf teased, voice a deep rumble in my skull."She’s ours. What did you expect?" Silas laughed."She’s also doing all the work while you three loafers prance like show ponies." I snapped back.Their laughter boomed through the mindlink, warm, surprised, proud.We slowed only when the trees parted around a clearing. A hush fall over everything. The moon painted an old stone house in silver and shadows. Vines crawled up the walls. A wooden porch sagged but still held its spine. Smoke no longer rose fro

Chapter 34: Echoes of the Past

The porch creaked under my feet like it still remembered the weight of a family moving across it every morning. The air smelled like dust, old wood, and something softer - a ghost of a home that should’ve been mine.Kieran pushed the door open.“Ready?” he asked.“No,” I admitted. “But that hasn’t stopped me once this week, so let’s go.”The house sighed as we entered, like it had waited years to open its lungs again. Light filtered through tall windows, catching motes of dust drifting like tiny stars. The hallway was lined with pictures. None touched by time, because someone had kept this place clean.Someone had cared.Rowan’s voice softened. “Dad came here every week. Even after she disappeared.”“He couldn’t let it go,” Silas murmured behind me. “Said the house was where she’d come back first.”That hit harder than I expected. Somewhere deep in the walls, grief sat like heavy perfume.We moved room by room. A den that still held blankets folded neatly. A kitchen with spotless cou

Chapter 35: Brothers' Rage

Silas didn’t swear often. So when he inhaled sharply through his teeth and muttered, “Oh, for fuck’s sake..” I knew we had officially crossed into new nightmare territory.Kieran snatched the envelope before I could even blink, eyes scanning the crest stamped in black wax.A thorned circle. A wolf head carved like a warning. A symbol that screamed don’t touch unless you want tetanus.Damon hissed, “Blackthorn.”Rowan’s fork froze halfway to his mouth. “Of course it’s Magnus.”My stomach dropped. “Okay, someone start explaining before I assume I’m being sold to a swamp troll.”Kieran set the envelope down like it was radioactive.Rowan just stared at the letter like it had personally murdered his entire bloodline. Which, honestly, given the vibe, maybe it had.My stomach tightened. “Okay… who is this guy? And why do you all look like you’re about to declare war on the cutlery?”Rowan exhaled through his nose - the kind of exhale that suggested he’d need three hours of meditation, two

Chapter 36: A Wolf With Charm

Cass’s face filled my phone screen, already mid-rant.“What do you mean months and you didn’t tell me a single thing? Clara! I thought you joined a cult. Or died. Or joined a cult and then died!”I snorted as I sprawled across my bed. “Cass, if this were a cult, the robes would be way sexier.”“You look great, actually,” she said, squinting. “Healthier. Glowy. Like you’ve been moisturized by the tears of your enemies.”“Close enough.”We talked until my cheeks hurt from smiling, and when she asked to meet - really meet, in person - my wolf practically pranced. This was the best surprise ever. She came. So I slipped on jeans, a soft cream sweater, and boots that made me feel like I could kick through a brick wall if necessary.The brothers weren’t thrilled, obviously. Silas: Where are you going? Me: “Out.” Rowan: Clara. Me: “With Cass.” Kieran: Where exactly? Me: “Somewhere with caffeine.” Damon: We’re sending an escort. Me: “No, you’re not. Try it and I’ll bite someone.”Shock

Chapter 37: The Dinner

“Oh. Come on…” I sighed, dragging a hand down my face.Rowan, Kieran, Damon, and Silas stood in the foyer like four very judgmental Greek statues carved entirely out of overprotective testosterone. All four noses lifted at once.Wolf super-scent.Fantastic.Kieran’s nostrils flared. “Who is that?”Rowan’s eyes narrowed. “Male. Not familiar. Not pack.”Silas leaned closer and muttered darkly, “Not human either.”Damon stepped forward, folding his arms like he was about to deliver a verdict. “Clara. Explain.”I raised both hands, exasperated. “I went for a coffee with Cass. A man talked to me. Calm the hell down. He didn’t bite me or lick me or propose in the street.”“That’s not reassuring,” Rowan said flatly.“Why were you close enough to smell him?” Kieran asked.I blinked. “Uh… because that’s how conversations work?”Silas muttered something about “idiot charmers” and “British accents being a plague.”Damon growled quietly. “Describe him.”Oh, great. A police sketch moment. I cross

Chapter 38: The Ice Queen

I froze for exactly three seconds.Three. Whole. Seconds.Just long enough for my brain to process: Yes, Clara, you did just hear the charming Brit with cheekbones sharp enough to slice air… calling you “easy” like some discount Black Friday grab.”My wolf snarled inside my skull, pacing so hard I felt it in my ribs. "Rip his throat out." “No.” "Fine. I’ll rip his shoes. Expensive shoes. That’ll hurt him more."I inhaled through my nose, smiled a smile so cold it could be used to flash-freeze vegetables, and turned back toward the table.Adrian was waiting with that elegant posture, that polished confidence, that slow, warm grin that made half the restaurant look at him like he was dessert.He had no idea I’d just heard the real him. Perfect.I slid into my seat like a queen reclaiming her throne and folded my hands neatly atop the white tablecloth.His smile widened. “Everything alright, darling?”“Oh,” I said sweetly, “perfect. Actually… better than perfect.”His brows lifted, c

Chapter 39: Public Backlash

The city outside the taxi window blurred into a smear of lights and judgment. My reflection stared back - lipstick smudged, cheeks flushed, eyes too bright. I looked like a woman who ran from something. Which, unfortunately, I had.My wolf muttered darkly: "Next time we bite first, talk later."“No,” I whispered to myself. “No biting. Not in restaurants. Not in public.”"Fine." A sulky huff. "But we should’ve at least clawed his stupid phone."“Agreed,” I sighed.The cab dropped me off at the edge of the driveway - just close enough that the driver didn’t get nervous but far enough that the mansion loomed like a gothic morality tale.The front doors opened before I touched the steps.Kieran was there first. Of course he was. His eyes skimmed my face once, then again, sharper. “You’re home early.”Rowan appeared behind him, arms folded like a bouncer screening a VIP list. Damon and Silas followed, flanking like a pack formation that said, someone’s about to die, choose your words wisel

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