All Chapters of Dark and Untamed : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The cold wind howled with feral aggression, slamming against the shutters with the impatience of a caged beast. Estelle clutched the woolen blanket tighter around her shoulders, shuddering violently despite it's thick layers. The tremors ran deep, past muscle and into bone. And as if fate intended to mock her, the hearth had dwindled to sullen embers. Orange flames flickered, weak and irresolute, barely clinging to life. “Damn it...” she muttered, her teeth sinking into her lower lip hard enough to leave marks. Then it came... a sudden, unnatural gust of wind. It assaulted at her exposed neck with surgical precision. She shuddered. Goosebumps erupted across her skin almost instantly. Her teeth began to chatter, a sound she despised for how vulnerable it made her feel. Where had that wind originated from? The windows were locked. The door was sealed as well. She turned her head towards the source of wind slowly, and saw something that nearly made her choke in rage. Adria

In a dark room, on a king sized bed, a handsome man lay, peacefully asleep. Nothing disturbed the darkness. Well, except for a suspicious lump of blanket on the corner of the bed. It lay there, motionless. Oh... Wait... It wasn't actually motionless at all.It was moving so slowly it gave an impression of being completely still.If one observed carefully, every minutes or two, the distance between Adrian and this lump of blanket reduced by an inch.Had anyone witnessed the spectacle, they would have assumed some strange arctic caterpillar had somehow wandered into the room and was slowly approaching the man on the bed with it.It's patience was truly commendable, regardless. Another minute passed and It advanced another half inch.Then the blanket shuddered a little and shifted very, very slowly.A single golden eye emerged from beneath the blanket and like periscope on a submarine it scanned the vicinity.Adrian remained exactly where he had been. Not a single hair was out of place.

Estelle and Adrian stared at each other in silence. The look of shock and disbelief was plastered on the face of the former while the latter had an unreadable expression. Neither moved, Neither spoke. ——————————————————— The irony of the situation was almost laughable. The very man whose scent she had desperately tried to scrub from her skin had been inside the bathroom the entire time. It was no wonder his scent was stronger in here. It didn't follow her all the way from the bedroom to the bathroom like she thought. It was because he had been right here all this time. At the bottom of the pool, watching her every move. Estelle's breathing gradually became uneven. Damp strands of silver hair clung to her cheeks and shoulders while droplets of water traced slow paths down her skin. Beneath the water, one of her legs instinctively shifted backward. The sole of her feet slid against the marble coloured tile. There was complete silence. The silence was so profound tha

Estelle remained outside until dusk. What had begun as a simple attempt to clear her mind had turned into hours of wandering and exploration throughout Frostveil's settlement. She visited bustling markets. Sampled foods she had never tasted before. Chatted with a few locals. Listened to musicians perform songs she didn't recognize but enjoyed. For the first time in a long time she felt something close to peace, something close to freedom. When she was in Silvervale, she had to deal with politics and worry about being sent to front lines all the time. She barely had time for herself. But now... The weight pressing against her chest had become lighter... but not gone. The beautiful sight of the setting sun painting the snowy settlement in shades of gold and amber almost made her forget everything. Unfortunately, all good things eventually came to an end. A chilly gust swept across the streets. The sky darkened as the sun's grace slowly faded beyond the distant m

Estelle stood frozen like a statue. A bitter feeling rose within her chest, spreading through her like poison.The wolves she had grown up with and the same wolves who had bled beside her.She should have been happy to see the pack that belonged to the place she once called home.Yet as she stared at the approaching force, she felt nothing resembling relief or joy. If she were to describe what she felt, it would be something close to numbness. The sight that should have filled her with familiarity left a hollow ache lingering deep inside her chest instead.The silver cloaks fluttering in the wind. The insignias she had spent her entire life revering...All of it felt distant and unfamiliar, As though she were looking upon fragments of a life that no longer belonged to her.For a brief moment, memories surfaced.The camaraderie she felt as she crouched low along with her pack as they stalked prey.Victory celebrations that stretched long into the night. The countless missions she had u