All Chapters of The Last Of Her Pack: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Rachael POVI was still tied to the chair when I came back to myself fully.My wrists throbbed where the rope dug into my skin, numb and burning at the same time. My ankles were worse. Every small movement sent a sharp sting up my legs. My mouth was free now, the rag gone, but my throat felt raw, like I had screamed too much already.The door opened.The man came in carrying a tray. A plate of food. Bread. Something that smelled like stew. My stomach twisted on instinct, then tightened with anger. He kicked a small wooden stool toward me and sat down, setting the tray on his knees like we were just having a conversation.“Eat,” he said.I didn’t look at the food. I turned my head to the side instead, fixing my eyes on a crack in the bare wall. I could hear his steady breathing.“I said eat,” he repeated, firmer this time. He tore off a piece of the bread. It made a soft, crusty sound.I stayed still. My pulse was a steady drum in my ears.He sighed, irritated, and held the bread close

Rachael POVI tried to lift Eryx, my arms trembling under his weight, but he didn’t move. Not even a twitch. Panic knotted in my stomach, squeezing my chest. “Eryx… please… wake up!” I shook him lightly, hoping somehow my voice could drag him back from wherever he was. But the forest swallowed my words, leaving only the sound of my own ragged breathing.I took a step back, chest heaving, scanning the shades between the trees. Maybe someone—anyone was nearby. Maybe someone could help. “Help! Somebody! Please… is anyone here pls help me!” I screamed, my voice cracking, slicing through the heavy quiet. But nothing answered me. Not even the wind stirred. It was like the forest itself was holding its breath, waiting. My heart hammered so hard I thought it might burst.I turned back to him. Eryx lay there, as unyielding as a boulder, his chest barely rising. I swallowed hard and forced myself to bend down, pressing my hands under his shoulders. I tried to lift him. Nothing. He was so heavy.

Rachael POVI woke slowly, awareness seeping back into me fast. My body was pressed tightly against something solid and unmoving. An arm was locked around my waist like a barrier, pinning me down. For one terrifying second, I thought I was trapped again, the walls of the cellar closing in.Then I breathed in.Eryx.His scent wrapped around me, pine, rain, and metallic tang of dried blood. It grounded me instantly. My heart skipped, then steadied slowly. I was still in his arms. He was holding me too tightly, almost possessively, as if his subconscious was guarding a prize it couldn't afford to lose. Relief flooded through me so fast it left my limbs weak.I tried to move, just a little, testing whether I could sit up. I couldn’t. His grip tightened instinctively. Even in sleep, he refused to let me go. I stayed still for a moment, listening to the heavy, ragged sound of his breathing.Last night came back to me in pieces, that distant, haunting growl of a wolf echoing through the fore

Rachael POVI woke up reaching for Eryx.My hand met cold sheets instead of warm skin.I sat up too fast, my heart already racing as my eyes scanned the small cabin. The light coming through the single window was grey and thin. The other side of the bed was empty. “Eryx?” My voice came out rough. “Eryx?”No answer. Only the sound of the wind catching the corner of the roof.I pushed myself off the bed, my feet hitting the floor hard as I moved toward the door. Panic crawled up my chest, sharp. He was still weak, still pale. He wouldn't just disappear.“Eryx!” I called again as I stepped outside.The morning air was cool, quiet. Too quiet. The trees stood still, the world looking calm in a way that made my chest feel worse. I looked at the dirt, searching for tracks, for any sign of which way he’d gone.I walked faster, then broke into a run, my eyes searching everywhere. I didn’t care that I was barefoot or that the tall grass was damp with dew. “Eryx!” I shouted again.Nothing.My b

Rachael POVIt had been four days since Eryx and I had been holed up in the cabin, and I was almost afraid of how quickly he was recovering. He moved differently now, lighter and surer. I watched him the day before, tracking and then taking down an antelope with ease. The pride and admiration I felt made my chest ache in a way I didn’t expect.I lay on his chest now, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing, the warmth radiating through him. My fingers traced the faint scars along his shoulder, reminders of battles fought and pain endured. I couldn’t help but wonder at the depth of his resilience, the kind that made him so terrifyingly powerful yet heartbreakingly human at the same time.“Why did you challenge your father for the throne?” I asked softly, my voice almost drowned out by the quiet crackle of the fire.Eryx shifted slightly under me, his hand brushing my hair away from my face, and I felt the weight of a thousand untold stories in his gaze. “Because of the way he lived,