All Chapters of How to kill an immortal wolf : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The pack gathered at moonrise.They came because they were summoned but more than that, they came because the air itself demanded it. Wolves lined the stone terraces overlooking the inner ring, bodies tense, senses sharp.Something was about to be decided.Seraphine stood at the edge of the circle, chains still at her wrists, posture calm but alert. She could feel the tension rolling off the pack in waves—fear, anger, curiosity, jealousy.And beneath it all…Anticipation.Lucien emerged from the Alpha hall dressed in black, shoulders bare, the mark of Nightfall carved across his skin like a warning. Moonlight caught in his dark hair, silvering it just slightly.The murmurs died instantly.His wolf rose close to the surface, power bleeding into the space. The ground itself seemed to hum beneath his boots.“This gathering is not for spectacle,” Lucien said, voice carrying effortlessly. “It is for clarity.”Nyra stood among the wolves, jaw tight, eyes burning.Lucien’s gaze swept the cir

Seraphine did not sleep.Every time she closed her eyes, she felt it again the warmth of Lucien’s presence, the quiet honesty in his voice when he’d said he was tired of living forever. It clung to her like a bruise beneath the skin.She told herself it was weakness.She’d been trained to cut that out.Still, when the pull came sharp, insistent, unmistakable she knew exactly whose it was.The moon was full.And Lucien’s wolf was restless.She felt it as a low thrum in her blood, a rhythmic tug that drew her to her feet without permission. The cuffs warmed against her wrists, reacting to the surge in whatever she was becoming.“Don’t,” she whispered to herself.Her body moved anyway.The door to her chamber was open when she reached it.That alone should have sent her running.The night air outside was cool, heavy with pine and damp stone. Seraphine followed the pull through the tunnels, up a narrow stairway carved into the mountain’s spine, until she emerged onto a secluded terrace ov

Seraphine drifted in and out of consciousness as Nightfall carried her home.Arms caught her gentler than she expected. Voices blurred together. The sharp scent of iron clung to her skin, thick enough to choke.Her blood.Every pulse hurt.When she finally surfaced, it was to the sound of breathing slow, controlled, unmistakably familiar.Lucien.She lay on a wide stone bed in the Alpha’s private chamber, the ceiling arched high above her. Bandages wrapped her palms, glowing faintly with healing sigils. The cuffs were gone.Her wrists were bare.She flexed her fingers slowly.“Don’t move.”Lucien’s voice came from beside the bed. Low. Strained.She turned her head.He sat on the edge of the mattress, forearms braced on his knees, head bowed like he was holding himself together by force alone. His shirt hung open, fresh bandages crossing his chest though the skin beneath was already healed.Too healed.“You’re alive,” she said hoarsely.His head snapped up.Golden eyes locked onto hers

Night came heavy and restless.The pack had withdrawn, the elders locked in debate, but Seraphine couldn’t sleep. The chamber felt too small for the truth sitting inside her chest.If she stayed, Lucien lived.If she left, he faded.The weight of that choice pressed on her ribs until breathing hurt.She rose quietly and stepped onto the balcony overlooking the forest. Moonlight poured over the trees, silver and unforgiving. Somewhere below, wolves moved guards pacing, lives orbiting around one man whose breath depended on her heartbeat.A hand closed around the stone railing beside hers.Lucien.“You’re thinking of running,” he said softly.She didn’t deny it. “I can’t be your oxygen.”He turned toward her, eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight. “I never asked you to be.”“But you are,” she replied. “And every day I stay, the pack watches me like I’m a countdown.”Lucien leaned back against the wall, tension etched into every line of him. “The elders think the bond will deepen.”“And

Seraphine did not remember how she made it back to Nightfall territory.Only that the forest blurred around her. That her lungs burned. That every step felt like she was running through water, heavy and suffocating.Her mind replayed the Aegis’s words on a cruel loop.You were cultivated.Your bloodline refined.Designed.She stumbled into the abandoned watchtower near the border and slammed the door behind her, sealing herself inside the crumbling stone structure. Darkness swallowed her whole.Her legs finally gave out.She collapsed to the floor, back against the wall, fingers clawing into her hair as her breath shattered.“No,” she whispered.Her chest hurt. Not from running.From the truth.Her entire life every memory, every pain, every loss had been orchestrated.She squeezed her eyes shut.Flashes tore through her mind.Her mother’s face, pale and exhausted, whispering lullabies she barely remembered.Her grandmother’s stories about ancient blood and forgotten gods.The fire th