Todos los capítulos de The Last Of Her Pack: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Eryx’s POV“What the hell is going on here?”My voice thundered through the room.Eran froze, his hand still gripping Athena’s neck. His fangs withdrew. The scent of fear filled the air, Athena’s fear. She was trembling, her face pale as snow. Lincoln’s head snapped toward me in relief. Rachael rushed straight to me, eyes wide, her voice breaking.“It’s him, Eryx! He wanted to mark Athena,” she said, clinging to my arm.I set her aside gently, my eyes burning holes through Eran. My wolf snarled inside me, rage pouring through my veins like molten fire. Before he could utter a word, I lunged forward, gripping his throat in one swift move and slamming him hard against the wall.The sound of cracking plaster echoed through the room.Eran choked, clawing at my hand, but I didn’t loosen my grip. “You dare?” I growled, my voice low and dangerous. “You touch what’s not yours?”His eyes rolled back before he could answer. His body went limp. I let him drop to the floor like the filth he was.

Eryx POVI marched down the woods, following Lincoln’s scent until I finally saw him standing still, his head turning sharply as I approached. “Eryx,” he said quickly, his voice tight. “I saw a rogue just now. From the size, I’m pretty sure it was a female.”I stopped right in front of him, scanning the trees and the air around us. “Where did it go?” I asked, my tone low but firm.“I don’t know,” he said, frowning. “I tried to approach, but she ran before I could get close. I chased, but she disappeared. The worst part, her scent’s masked. Completely gone.”I let out a deep exhale, my jaw tightening. “They’re good at hiding their scent,” I muttered. “Too good.”Lincoln nodded, watching me carefully as I crouched near a few broken branches. The ground still carried faint paw prints, lighter than most rogues, but fading fast. “She’s smart,” I said, standing back up. “Let’s check a bit more. Maybe she didn’t go far.”We searched the woods for a long while, moving quietly between the tre

Lincoln POVI stared at her, not even sure where to start. She looked so small, so unsure and somehow that made everything in me twist.“And what about Eran?” I finally asked, trying to keep my voice level even though my chest felt tight.“Eran came in here,” she said softly.“I know.” I already knew, but hearing her say it made something flare inside me again.“Did he hurt you?” The question rushed out before I could stop it. If he touched her wrong, if he scared her, I would—“No, he didn’t,” she said.Relief rushed through me so fast it almost made me weak. “Thank goodness.” My shoulders relaxed a little. I stepped closer and reached out, brushing her hair gently between my fingers. “Athena, I want you.”But she pulled back.I froze, my hand hanging there uselessly. “Is something wrong?” I asked, searching her eyes for something, anything, some sign she still trusted me.“I—” She swallowed. “Eran said he’ll protect me.”I didn’t move, but my entire face tightened before I even real

Lincoln POVI stood there watching, unable to look away as the female shifted right in front of me. It wasn’t a clean shift either, her bones cracked sharply, her spine twisted, and her form shrank in swift, painful motions. Then, just like that, fur melted away and blond hair spilled loose across her shoulders, long and tangled. Her skin was so pale it looked untouched by sunlight, almost glowing in the dark. She hugged herself immediately, crossing her trembling arms over her chest as she crouched low and tried to make herself smaller.For a moment, I forgot to breathe.Her eyes lifted, wide and uncertain, and when they locked with mine, everything inside me stilled. Fear. Exhaustion. Wildness. It was all there in her expression, raw and unfiltered. She didn’t look like a rogue. She looked like someone running for her life.I snapped out of my trance and tugged my shirt off without a second thought. The cold bit into my skin, but I didn’t care. I stepped forward slowly, careful not

Lincoln POVI paced around my room, my boots thudding softly against the wooden floor, back and forth, back and forth, unable to sit still. The Alpha’s words refused to leave my head. They echoed there, sharp and heavy, each repetition tightening something in my chest.War.That was what the alpha who challenged Eryx wanted. And he wouldn’t stop until he got it.I knew what his threat meant. He wasn’t just barking to scare us. He would bring war to Eryx, to our pack, to everything we had fought so hard to rebuild. And the worst part was that Eryx wouldn’t back down. He never had. He never would.Over the years, Eryx had faced war more times than most alphas twice his age. Bloodshed, rebellion, internal conflict, he’d survived them all. Some by strength alone, others by sheer will. And every time, he came out standing, even when he shouldn’t have.My thoughts drifted back, as they often did, to the day everything changed.Eighteen years ago.The memory hit me hard, vivid and sharp, lik