All Chapters of Claimed by the wolves.: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Iuliette’s POV:It felt like the forest held her breath. Every single leaf, every branch, every shadow even, all seemed to lean closer, like they were watching, waiting. I could feel it in my bones, that strong pull of something older, sharper, deliberate even. It wasn’t just a presence, no, it felt like a calculation. Like someone who knew not just the land, but the rhythms along with every hidden crevice of the Blackridge territory. I’d been following the faintest trail all morning, the rather subtle digits etched into bark and stone seemed to beckon on me. It was almost starting to feel like each one was humming against my senses, a whisper of bloodline and legacy that I was very certain the Warrior and I both felt. Dorian and Bryan flanked me, one on each side, silent, eyes sweeping through the treeline with attentive vigilance that seemed practiced. The tension between us was taut, unspoken but thick enough to taste.“Do you feel that?” Bryan’s voice was barely above a whispe

Juliette’s POV:Dawn crept over Blackridge in rather slow, deliberate breaths. The sky had yet to burn gold; the forest still wore the heavy blue-gray of early morning, and mist curled along the treetops like wandering fingers, searching for secrets long buried. Even the soil itself seemed to hold its weight, compressed with memory, as if every footprint the pack had ever left had left an echo behind.I stood at the center of the training grounds, the wooden railing pressing into my palms as my eyes scanned through the pack’s movements. Liora, Dorian, and Bryan flanked me, silent sentinels, their energy taut, primed. Giving me the silent support that kept me a little steady. The air itself seemed almost charged like it had electrical currents flowing through it as it brimmed with expectation. The rather invisible pulse of the Heir’s presence still lingered somewhere beyond the trees, like a storm that was yet to arrive.“Formation!” I called, my voice steady, carrying authori

Juliette’s POV:The hidden brother or whatever force had been guiding, assessing, observing.. was here.Closer than I dared imagine.And for the first time, I realized we were not just training anymore. We were walking a battlefield line drawn in shadows. And the first move had already been made—without us knowing who would strike next, or when.The whisper did not fade after it was spoken.It lingered.It curled itself around my spine, threaded through my ribs, and settled deep in my chest like something that had always belonged there and was only now being acknowledged.The first choice is not yours.I stood at the edge of the overlook long after the forest stilled again, long after the patrols resumed their rotations and the pack returned to guarded normalcy. The night air was cold against my skin, sharp enough to bite, but I barely noticed. My focus remained fixed on the tree line where the presence had receded—where something unseen had crossed into Blackridge without ever breach

Juliette’s POV:The land did not calm down even after the Heir withdrew.It ought to have, but it didn’t. After conflict regardless of whether or not blood had been spilled or narrowly avoided, there was always a settling, it was something sort of a standard procedure. Much like.. a release. The earth exhaled, the wards softened, and the pack returned to itself with the quiet relief of and gratitude for survival.Blackridge itself did none of that.Instead, it tightened, like a noose around the neck of a man sentenced to death. I felt it beneath my boots as I stood at the edge of the clearing long after the opposing presence had faded into the forest’s shadows. The ground no longer vibrated with threat or challenge, but with something much more disturbingly unsettling, attention. The soil hummed faintly, roots shifting deep below, stones grinding into new alignments as if the land itself were adjusting its posture.Like it was… preparing.The heartstone pulsed once, right benea

Juliette’s POV:The land did not choose.That was the most terrifying part.It simply waited, silently suspended, like a blade held mid-fall.The wards along the southern boundary lay dormant, not shattered, not erased, but listening. Blackridge had never done something quite like this before. Atleast, not since I joined it. It had always responded instantly to threat, allegiance, and blood. Now, it just.. hesitated, as though weighing something older than command.Older than even Rowan.I stood between the stone marker and the treeline, my pulse hammering so loudly I was certain the pack, heck even the whole forest could probably hear it. The Heir’s presence pressed in from one side, cold, sharpened, absolute, his aura practically commanding the room. Whilst on the other side, the hidden brother lingered like a held breath, unreadable but undeniably present.Neither advanced.Neither retreated.The land trembled beneath my boots, but not in fear, in an emotion that felt quite a l