All Chapters of The prophecy’s reject: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Killian’s POVThe road out of Howlborne was quiet.A little too quiet.No wolves. No wind. Only the sound of my boots against dead earth.I had been walking for hours, maybe even days, I couldn’t tell anymore. The nights bled into each other, and the moon above looked sick. Fading. Distant. Like it had turned its back on me too.Every step away from the pack felt like a wound I couldn’t close. I could still hear their cries in my head, the wounded, the weak, the ones calling out for strength I no longer had.The Priestess’s words kept echoing in my mind.If the bond isn’t restored, the pack will fall.It already was.I stopped by a stream that barely moved, the water dark as ink. I crouched beside it, trying to wash the blood and dirt off my hands, but it only made them colder. I looked at my reflection and barely recognized the man staring back, hollow eyes, jaw clenched tight, a shadow of what an Alpha should be.Lilith’s voice still lingered in my thoughts.You can’t prote

Killian’s POVThe forest didn’t look the same anymore.It was dying.Every tree I passed seemed hollow , their trunks cracked, their bark turning to dust when the wind touched them. The air was cold, too still, too wrong. Even the ground seemed to sigh beneath my boots.I’d been walking since dusk, though I couldn’t tell how long that had been. The moon hung low, a pale wound in the sky, bleeding silver light through the clouds.Lilith’s voice still echoed in my head.“She’ll destroy what’s left of you, Killian. Let her go.”But she didn’t understand. None of them did.I couldn’t let Zylia go. Not when the pack was collapsing, not when everything in me still pulled toward her. That bond , no matter how faint , still burned under my skin, flickering like the last ember in a dying fire.I didn’t know if it was hope or madness keeping me moving. Maybe both.Behind me, I could still hear the pack in my mind , the faintest link of what used to be a powerful thread between Alpha and wolves.

Zylia’s POVThe fog finally cleared.His body stood clearly in front of me, the distance between us wasn’t far, but our bond was more distant than ever.“Zylia…” Killian finally said. His voice shuddered , low, cracked, like it hadn’t been used in weeks.His eyebrows furrowed in confusion , the kind that said is everything okay? and also the kind that meant he cared.Pfft. I couldn’t possibly believe that.He proved it right in the hall during the mating ceremony , that I couldn’t trust him. Not even a little bit.“What are you doing here?” I asked, my nose flaring up with heat.My tears always came at the wrong times. I couldn’t let him see me like this. Not him. Not the Alpha who sent me away like I was nothing.“I…I came looking for you,” he stammered.“And you expect me to believe that? You? Came here for me? I must look stupid.”His face softened. And for a moment there, I almost believed him.“I don’t expect you to believe me, Zylia.” He dropped his head, letting his chin rest o

Mason’s POVThe path back to camp stretched long and quiet, the kind of silence that made your own thoughts sound too loud. The fog had lifted, but the air still smelled of rain and ash. Zylia walked ahead of us, her pace fast, her shoulders stiff. She didn’t look back, not even a subtle glance.Raven walked beside me, her arms folded tight, her eyes darting between us every few seconds. The tension was like a storm ready to break. Every step I took, I felt the weight of what none of us were saying.I could tell Zylia was hurting. Not from a wound, but from something deeper. Her scent was usually calm, soft, like wild lavender, but it now carried a bitter edge of smoke, fear, and maybe anger. I wanted to reach her, to say something that would make it better, but my throat felt dry.“You should talk to her,” Raven whispered eventually.“She doesn’t want to talk,” I muttered.“She doesn’t want to, but she needs to,” Raven said, her tone gentle.I gave a low, humorless laugh. “Si

Zylia’s POVWe had arrived back at camp and it was quiet that night.Too quiet.The fire had burned down to ash, leaving only the sound of the wind brushing through the canvas walls. I couldn’t sleep. My body was tired, but my mind refused to rest, it kept looping back to everything. The Hollow. The bond. Him.I sat up, the blanket falling from my shoulders. The air was cold enough to sting my skin. My hands still glowed faintly in the dark, the light pulsing slow and tired, like a heartbeat trying not to fade.Outside, a few wolves still guarded the borders, I could hear the soft crunch of their steps in the dirt. Somewhere close, someone snored. And my eyes won’t just close.Mason’s tent was only a few feet away. My mind drifted to how he tried to protect me back there.Should I go thank him? Should I not?My mind has a battle with itself.The thought made my chest tighten for reasons I didn’t want to name.He hadn’t said much after the walk back. Just kept close but quiet, like