All Chapters of The First Wolf I loved: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The back of the ambulance smelled of antiseptic and blood, harsh and clinical, but it was the safest place Dom could think of. He sat on the stretcher, sleeve ripped, a shallow gash on his forearm already being cleaned and bandaged by a paramedic. His jaw was tight, muscles tense even as the adrenaline began to fade.The sudden click of the doors opening drew his attention. He glanced up to see Nick, calm and composed as always, stepping inside. His eyes scanned Dom briefly, noting the blood and the scratches, before settling on Dom’s face with measured concern.“Dom,” Nick said quietly, moving closer. “You pushed yourself today, against four wolfed opponents at once. You’re not at full strength, and I need to explain why.”Dom’s brow furrowed. “I felt weaker, yes. But I handled it. They weren’t a threat to the pack.”Nick shook his head slightly. “You did well, but your strength isn’t just physical. It’s tied to the pack’s energy flow and right now, it’s fragmented.” He paused, letti

Allen sat at the dining table, pushing a fork through the last bit of his dinner without much enthusiasm. The food was good; his mother always cooked well. His mind was just somewhere else entirely. The house felt unusually quiet, the kind of quiet that pressed into the bones, disturbed only by the ticking of the wall clock and the occasional hum of the refrigerator.Alex Simons, his father, sat across from him, a cup of tea cupped between his hands. He watched Allen with that patient, perceptive gaze of his, the one that saw far more than Allen ever wanted him to, the one he had used to read people during his time as the pack alpha.“You’re not eating,” his dad finally said.Allen sighed and set the fork down. “I’m eating.”“You’re rearranging,” Alex corrected gently. “There’s a difference.”Allen slumped back in his chair, rubbing his face. “Fine, dad. I’m… thinking.”The man nodded as if he had expected that. “About everything happening around, huh?”Allen hesitated. “That. And… Em

Dom sat at the head of the long conference table, fingers steepled, jaw tight, as Sonia, Nick, and the pack elders filled the room with restless energy. Morning light struggled through the frosted windows of the meeting hall, but the atmosphere inside remained heavy—dense with tension, fear, and anger. It had been a long week. Too long. Too loud. Too dangerous.And it wasn’t getting better.Sonia stood closest to Dom, her arms crossed, hazel eyes sharp. “We can’t ignore this,” she said, pacing slowly across the polished floorboards. “Kane is trying to force his way back into our grounds. What happened yesterday is not good because Big Todd fears our alpha, but to return with their racketeering nonsense means they probably know we are weak. They know our Luna has rejected her role and it is affecting the energy flow.”Nick leaned forward, brows drawn. “Allen Simons was attacked at his pace of work for refusing to pay this pointless protection money That could not have been for nothing.

The holding area smelled of cold metal and tired officers. The long corridor was lit with harsh fluorescent light, and the hum of old wiring pulsed faintly through the walls. Nick walked quickly, long strides echoing, and Sonia followed close behind, her heels clicking a worried rhythm on the tiled floor.The officer leading them stopped in front of a reinforced door. “You’ve got ten minutes,” he said flatly, before unlocking the door and stepping aside. “Don’t try anything stupid. He’s not in cuffs only because he’s cooperating.”Nick shot Sonia a look—half warning, half reassurance—before pushing the door open.Dom sat on the edge of the metal table, hands planted firmly, posture upright but taut. His eyes lifted when they entered, and for a moment, the tension in the room sharpened like a blade.“Alpha,” Nick greeted in a low voice.Sonia stepped forward immediately, her concern written plainly across her face. “Dom… God, are you alright?”Dom exhaled slowly, a controlled release o

I had never seen the atrium of the community center so full—so alive. The last time I’d stood here with the entire pack gathered, I’d been just another face in the crowd, another wolf with no special title, no extra responsibility. But tonight, every eye was on me.Tonight, I wasn’t just Mona.Tonight, I was their Luna.The air hummed with a mixture of anticipation, nervousness, and reverence. Wolves of all ages filled the large circular atrium, from pups clinging to their mothers’ legs to elders seated on benches along the sides. We all had gray sheets wrapped around us as was custom. I think that custom was started to curb the destruction of multiple clothes in a single night. When we wolfed tonight, the sheets would fall away, rather than tens of jeans, shorts, nighties and so on getting ripped apart. Conversations were hushed, almost ritualistically quiet, as if everyone sensed that this night was bigger than any election, bigger than any pack feud—bigger even than my own interna