All Chapters of My little fierce mate: Chapter 21

WHITE CLIFF PACK — THIRD PERSON*****The courtyard smelled of iron and ash, the rogues’ bodies strewn like discarded shadows.Ella stood in the center, her fur still glistening, her mismatched eyes like flames set against the night. Every wolf who had gathered stared, their faces caught somewhere between reverence and fear.No one spoke at first. The silence was a living thing.Then came the whispers.“Her wolf… I’ve never seen one like that.”“Blue and gold—what kind of omen is that?”“She killed them all…”“Too easily.”Jake shifted back, his chest slick with sweat, Griffin still rumbling inside him. He pulled a cloak from one of the warriors and strode to Ella, draping it over her trembling frame as she shifted back into herself.Her breath shuddered. Her skin was pale, but her eyes—still glowing faintly—burned with the truth: she had changed, and she could never go back.“Enough,” Jake barked at the gathering pack, his voice cracking through the tension like a whip. “She is under