All Chapters of The Last Wolfe: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The days blurred together.Raven stopped counting. Stopped hoping. Stopped waiting for her phone to buzz. She went to work. She came home. She stared at the wall. She did not sleep.Twelve days since she had heard from Fenris.She told herself it was better this way. She told herself she did not need him. She told herself she had survived eight years without him. She could survive the rest of her life.But at night, she lay awake, staring at the ceiling, replaying every moment. His hands. His lips. The way he had said her name. The way he had looked at her before he walked out the door.She hated herself for missing him.She threw herself into work.She arrived before the sun rose. She stayed until the cleaning crew came and went. She took on extra projects. She volunteered for meetings no one else wanted. She buried herself in numbers and reports and deadlines, hoping the noise would drown out the voice in her head.It did not work.Margot noticed."You are doing it again," Margot sa

She did not remember driving home.The streets blurred past her windows. Headlights smeared into streaks of gold and white. Her hands were steady on the wheel. Her heart was not. She parked. She walked up the stairs. She unlocked her door. She sat on the floor.Her back was against the wall. Her knees were pulled to her chest. Her hands were shaking.She looked at her phone.No messages from Fenris.Twelve days.She had stopped counting the hours. She had stopped hoping. He was gone. He was not coming back. She did not know if he was ignoring her. She did not know if he was hurt. She did not know if he was dead.She did not know anything anymore.But she knew one thing.Harvey was not going to let her go.She thought about Sasha.Her best friend. The only person who had stood by her. The only person who knew the truth. The only person who had held her while she cried.She could not let Harvey hurt her.She thought about the photograph on his phone. Sasha, walking out of her apartment

She was home for less than an hour when the door flew open.Not knocked. Not unlocked. Open. The wood slammed against the wall. The sound cracked through the silence like a gunshot. The frame splintered. The lock broke. She did not care. She could not care. She was already on her feet, her heart slamming against her ribs, her breath caught in her throat.She knew who it was before she saw him. She felt him before she saw him. The air changed. Grew colder. Thicker. Heavy with something that felt like rage and grief and betrayal all tangled together. She had never felt anything like it. She had never seen anything like it.Fenris stood in the doorway. His chest heaved. His hands were fists at his sides. His gray eyes were black. Not cold. Not controlled. Something else. Something she had never seen before. Something that looked like a man who had already snapped. A man who had already broken. A man who had nothing left to lose.He did not speak. He walked toward her. Each step was delib

The drive to Harvey's apartment felt longer than it was.Fenris gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles went white. The city blurred past him. The lights smeared into streaks of gold and red. He did not see any of it. He saw only Harvey's face. He heard only Harvey's voice. He replayed the phone call over and over in his head.He knows we were together last night.He knows you stayed.He knows everything.He parked outside Harvey's building. He did not bother with the parking lot. He left the car in the middle of the street. He walked through the lobby. He did not wait for the elevator. He took the stairs. Three floors. Two at a time. His heart was pounding. His hands were shaking.He pushed open the door to Harvey's apartment. It was unlocked. Harvey was sitting on the couch, a glass of wine in his hand, his gray eyes calm. He looked like he had been waiting."Fenris," he said. "I was wondering when you would get here.""Tell me it is not true.""Tell you what is not true?""

The morning was quiet. Too quiet.Raven sat on the couch, her knees pulled to her chest, a cold mug of coffee in her hands. She had not touched it. She could not drink. Her stomach was tight. Her mind was racing. The conversation with Dante replayed in her head over and over. His cold voice. His empty eyes. The way he had said her name like it was a threat.Fenris paced in front of her. Back and forth. Back and forth. His hands were clenched. His jaw was tight. He had not slept. Neither had she. They had lain in bed together, but neither of them had closed their eyes. The weight of Dante's threat hung over them like a storm cloud."He threatened you," Fenris said. His voice was low. Rough."I know.""He sat you down in his house and told you he would make you disappear.""I know.""And you want me to do nothing?""I want you to think.""I have been thinking. That is all I have been doing. And every time I think, I get angrier."He stopped pacing. He turned to face her. His gray eyes w