All Chapters of I Fell In Love With Two Rogue Brothers On The Run: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Amara I said Maren's name, and now everything went quiet. Zane's eyes got wide, and Aldric just stared at me, putting it all together in his head. "What do you mean, she's been watching you?" Zane asked, his voice low. I looked at the fire, keeping my face still. "Maren's an elder," I said, not rushing. "Really old, like from before most packs even started. She was the keeper for a pack that's gone now." I paused, watching them. Zane shifted, his charm slipping for once. "She's known about me longer than this life. Some people see things across time, that's all." Zane leaned forward, his hands on his knees. "Across time? Like, how? You mean like stories or something real?" He was trying to joke, but it didn't land. Aldric didn't say anything yet, just kept that steady look. "It's real," I told them, my voice flat. "I don't have all the answers, but some folks are aware of stuff that others aren't. The Moon Goddess picks them." I stopped there, not giving more. Zane opened his m

Seraphine The cold was always there. It lived in my bones, a quiet guest that never left. Today, it felt different. It felt like something was about to break. I stood at the edge of the ruin. My unit was still back there, holding the perimeter. I liked to be alone for this part. It made things clearer. “They were here,” I told myself. “Three days ago. Not long.” I moved, slow and easy. My eyes swept over the ground. It was like reading a very old book. The ashes of their fire were cold. A few scattered bits of dried meat. Nothing left behind by accident. That told me something right away. These people were careful. Too careful for simple runaways. “Four of them,” I muttered. “Maybe six.” I bent down near the sleeping spots. My fingers traced the flattened grass. One impression was deeper. Closer to the eastern wall of stones. Always with her back to the wall. Small. This was the girl’s. The Omega. I had been reading this specific impression at every camp for two weeks now.

Zane The Moon Goddess has some nerve, making me feel things I didn't even ask for. I sat on a cold rock at the edge of the camp and tried to decide if I wanted to punch a tree or start laughing. Maren just told us that the way I feel about Amara is some kind of ancient plan. I’m used to making my own way. When Corvus killed Alpha Gorin... the only leader worth a damn, Aldric and I didn't bow. We didn’t stay to serve a murderer who rigged a challenge. We walked away into the dark and became rogues, and I’ve spent every night since then cracking jokes so I wouldn’t have to think about how much it hurts to lose everything. But now, it turns out maybe I didn’t even choose to walk away. Maybe the Goddess pushed me. "You look like you’re trying to solve a puzzle that doesn't have all the pieces," a voice said. I didn't turn around. I knew the smell of her. It was like rain and something sharp, like a blade. Amara was standing a few yards back, watching me. We had both walked in oppos

Zane Keep your head down and your mouth shut until I say otherwise," I told the group, my voice low. The camp was a mess of flying fabric and heavy breathing. Four hours. That was all we had. I watched them move, my eyes jumping from the packs to the treeline. My brain was split in two. One side was a map, marking every exit and every rock. The other side was a mess, mostly because I couldn't stop looking at Amara. She was standing near the edge of the clearing, pointing. She wasn't shouting. She didn't have to. She had this way of standing, back straight, chin up... that made everyone just do what she said. She’d been like this for weeks now, growing into this skin that seemed too big for her at first. Now, it fit her perfectly. It was the worst time to think she was amazing. I caught Maren by the arm gently as she hauled a crate of dried meat. "Maren," I said. "Talk to me. Now." She looked at me, then at the others. "We have to pack, Zane." "Ninety seconds," I said, pul

Amara “It wasn’t just a rejected bond,” Maren said. Her voice was quiet. The fire between us danced, making shadows jump on the rough ground. Everyone else was sleeping, rolled up in their blankets, safe and warm for now. Only Maren and I were awake, sharing this secret space, this hard truth. I watched the flames, listening to her tell me things I had waited three lives to understand. It felt like my whole world was about to break apart and put itself back together, all at once. “When you died the first time,” she went on, her eyes on the fire too, “when Corvus’s bond with you broke, really broke, something happened that he didn’t mean to make happen.” She paused, like she was picking the right words, small and plain words, for something very big. “A kind of… pulse. It went out into the wolf world. Not like a boom or a crash. More like a hum. A signal.” I remember that time, even now. The cold. The hurt. The feeling of being nothing. I remember the pain, like my whole self was b