All Chapters of Bite: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

I didn’t protect Talon. All those years. All those empty alcohol bottles. All my care for him, and I couldn’t protect him. My guilt and hatred choke me. I should have known. How could I not have known? Liana’s voice is the only thing that snaps me out of my head. “I’m not participating in any fucking civil war,” she seethes, pacing the length of Olivia’s bedroom that we all gathered in. Only the adults went to the room next to us, which is for the best because I don’t think my dad could handle all of Liana’s cursing. “I don’t think that’s up to you,” Axel answers from the other side of the room, sitting at the desk bolt upright. He looks like people are going to burst into this room at any moment and try to murder him. He would not be so paranoid to think that. But he also keeps stealing glances at Talon, laying on Livvy’s bed. His white hair spills around his face, with his whole body turned to the wall. I don’t know if he’s sleeping, but he definitely needs the rest. I can

I fall back, crashing into a dark, barren floor. I feel like I hit the ground, but I can’t see anything in front of me to be sure. My body aches from the slam. The only thing that exists in this room is me and the person standing over my kneeling body. Nester. “Well, well,” he says, his voice full of venom. “I didn’t think I’d see you here.” The hairs on the back of my neck raise. I try to push myself away from him, but Nester’s fingers dig into my cheeks. Hard. My body stiffens as he snaps me up to face him. His shadowed eyes bore into mine, the only things blacker than the darkness around us. “Where are we?” I gasp, my heart about to pound out of my chest. “In my head,” he responds. “In my memories. I can’t be fucking sure; all I know is your fucking silver poisoning put me here.” Okay… so I think he’s still really mad about that. His fingers tighten around my cheeks, making my words come out stilted. “You were going to enslave our entire town.” “And I was going

We’re taken right back outside, right into the heart of the chaos. Groups of physical fights are happening, with the undead and living followers ganging up against each other. In the span of time between when we burned Roanna and now, Penwood has fallen into anarchy. We’re tossed to our knees, the gritty Penwood floor scraping my skin once again, but I don’t care about getting hurt. I care about the woman in one of the men's arms, hanging like a ragdoll. Olivia. My Livvy. I know she’s not dead, but right now, she resembles a corpse. Her hair and skin have faded, silver drops dripping from her nose onto the ground. Her hands hang loosely from the man’s arms, as if she’s never going to move them again. Every second that passes feels like another moment that could be leading to my Livvy’s death. And these motherfuckers aren’t doing a thing about it. “Please!” Talon raises his voice above the screams of the crowd to talk to the men who hold him hostage. “Please, she needs help. Let

The sun rises behind Nester’s burning body. Monday. I have class today. Dillon is supposed to teach it. What is it? Sparring, I think? It’s difficult to remember as I watch a man curdle in orange flames. Nester Rist is swallowed by fire. Torrents of black smoke try to call my attention, but somehow, even now, I cannot focus on Nester. I focus on the one thing shining brighter than any sun. Me. My entire body glows gold—my eyes, my hair, my skin. I don't dare look down at myself, afraid of this version I don’t truly recognize. All I know is… I almost died. Life was seeping out of me fast. I was so close to eternal darkness, or maybe I would have gone to my mum, I don't know, but then gold pulled me back. Always, always gold. I finally raise my face away from myself, staring out at the crowd. No one moves, and for a second, I think we’re all frozen in time. Maybe I am dead. Maybe this is my hell. To look at them forever. But then I glance at my boys, and the life in their e

He’s dead.The doctors surround the car, trying to pull Alpha Rick out. They urge me to let go of him, but I don’t look at them. I don’t look at anyone except him.And he’s dead.Things happen around me, I think—a wheelchair is brought, a frantic argument breaks out with the doctors, Marjorie weeps in Dillon’s arms loud enough for me to notice.But why does it matter that the world is moving when he’s dead?It takes five doctors to pull Rick out of the car, partly because he’s heavy and partly because I’ve clutched him so tight.It takes five doctors to examine him in the wheelchair.It takes one doctor to check his pulse, then shake her head at her coworkers, panic and grief set in her eyes. But why should she feel sad? Did she know him?Was she aware he drank four lumps of sugar in his tea? That he wouldn’t eat a meal after 9:00 p.m. if I wasn’t the one who made it? That he always checked up on me in the middle of the night before he went to bed?Did she love him? Was she his daught