All Chapters of Crimson Outcast: Chapter 61 - Chapter 66

Author’s POVThe mating ceremony ended as all grand celebrations must, the echoes of howls fading into the night, the fires in the great hall dimming one by one. Carriages lined the palace courtyard, their lanterns glowing against the early dawn as guests prepared to return to their lands. The air was heavy with the scents of wine, flowers, and lingering awe — but also the faint bitterness of whispers too hushed to reach the queen’s ears.Blake and Amara stood at the gates, their hands entwined, offering parting words to alphas and nobles. To some, they were symbols of prophecy fulfilled — sun and moon bound as one. To others, they were sparks threatening to ignite a wildfire that might consume the kingdom.The Blood Moon Pack grounds slowly emptied, voices thinning until only the rumble of departing wheels and the occasional bark of wolves lingered in the distance.Among those leaving was the Munnin Pack.Alpha Victor rode at the head of the procession, his jaw set in grim silence. L

Blake’s POVI felt it before I saw it.The bond between us hummed with a raw, jagged edge, each pulse sharp enough to cut. Amara’s emotions surged through me like a storm breaking against rock — anger, frustration, hurt. It poured off her in waves so strong I could barely breathe.She stood in the center of our chamber, her chest heaving, her hands clenched at her sides. The air around her shimmered, hot and wild, as if flames licked just beneath her skin. Her eyes — gods, her eyes — flickered between their dual colors, green and violet, lightning flashing in the storm.“Amara,” I said carefully, stepping toward her. My voice was calm, but my heart pounded in my chest. “You need to breathe. You need to center yourself before—”The rug beneath her feet blackened in an instant, smoke curling up from where her power seared the fabric.Her voice shook with fury. “They speak of me like I’m some… some weapon waiting to go off. Like I’m not even human, Blake!” The walls rattled, books tumbli

The Author’s POVThe shift did not end with calm.Amara’s wolf and Lycan burst forth, not settling into stillness but surging forward with a howl that split the night. Her form flickered between wolf and Lycan, half and half, her body a storm of white and silver fur threaded with violet light. Her claws dug into the floor, splintering the wood, and then she lunged through the shattered balcony doors.She ran.The palace fell away behind her as she tore across the grounds, her paws striking stone, then grass, then earth. Each stride was impossibly fast, her body blurring with speed no wolf nor Lycan should have possessed. She was a flash of moonlight and fire weaving through the night.Blake’s roar followed her, raw and frantic. In a heartbeat he shifted, golden fur exploding across his body as his Lycan form thundered after her. His muscles bunched and stretched with every powerful stride, but even he struggled to close the gap.Joseph was only a breath behind, his wolf massive and da