All Chapters of I Was Made From What You Couldn’t Let Go: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

 The discovery of the decoy corpse threw the entire pack into a state of paranoia.News spread through the pack house like wildfire. Wolves whispered in corners, their voices low and urgent. Elders gathered in worried clusters, their ancient faces creased with fear. The body in the hidden chamber changed everything. If Elio was alive, the Echo Binding was not a resurrection ritual. It was a tracking beacon designed to drain my life force and send my energy across the mountains to sustain the real, hiding Elio.Rhydian found me in the records room, surrounded by crumbling texts and faded runes. His face was tight with barely contained worry. "The pack is losing its mind. Everyone is talking about the body. They think Elio is alive. They think the binding is feeding him through you. The paranoia is spreading fast."I sat at the table, my hands pressed flat against the ancient parchment. "They are right to be scared. If Elio is alive, the binding is dr

Mira is breaking under the pressure.I stood in the corner of the interrogation room, watching Rhydian question her. The air was thick with tension and unspoken accusations. Mira Kane sat in the chair, her shoulders slumped, her face etched with exhaustion and guilt. Rhydian leaned over the table, his voice hard but controlled, every word measured like a blade."Tell me everything," Rhydian said, his eyes boring into her. "You helped with the ritual. You knew about the decoy body. You knew Elio was alive. Why? What did he have on you that made you betray your own pack?"Mira looked down at her trembling hands. Her voice was barely a whisper when she finally spoke. "He had my grandchildren. Held hostage in rival territory. Jax Thorn's pack. Elio threatened to kill them if I did not help him. He showed me pictures. Messages. I believed him. I had no choice."I stepped forward from the shadows, my voice cold. "Your grandchildren? You never said anything. You let me

 Rhydian would not leave my side.He carried me back to his private bedchamber after the border incident, my body limp and weak from the black blood and the strain of the connection. My vision swam, the world tilting dangerously, but I felt his arms around me, steady and sure. Rhydian laid me gently on the bed and refused to leave. For three days straight he stayed with me, barely sleeping, barely eating. The pack was kept at a distance. The room was quiet. Just us.On the third night, the room was dark except for a single lantern casting soft shadows on the walls. Rhydian sat beside the bed, his hand resting on mine, his eyes watching my face with an intensity that made my heart ache. "How are you feeling tonight? The black blood has slowed but you still look pale. Tell me the truth."I shifted on the pillows, my body aching but the sharp edges of pain finally dulled. "Better. The pain is less now. The soul rejection is still there, gnawing at me,

Rhydian is coming inside my head.I felt the pull the moment he started the Mind-Melt. The ancient alpha technique was dangerous, forbidden to most, used only in the most desperate circumstances. Rhydian was forcing his way into my subconscious to find the real me, the hidden ego buried under Elio's suffocating presence. The strain on him would be immense, but he did not hesitate.The world shifted violently. I was no longer in the bedchamber. I was standing in a mental labyrinth of twisting corridors made from my own memories. My childhood home rose beside the meadow where I used to play. The river where I swam as a boy flowed through the middle of it all. Everything mixed together in a disorienting collage of past and present.Rhydian appeared beside me, his form solid and real in this strange landscape. "Soren," he called out, his voice echoing through the corridors. "I am here. I see the labyrinth. Stay with me. I am looking for you. The real you. The one buried beneath all of thi

 The emissary brought a finger.I stood in the main hall as the messenger from Jax Thorn arrived, flanked by two guards. The pack was gathered in tense silence, every eye fixed on the newcomer. Rhydian stood tall beside me, his hand resting protectively on my shoulder. The emissary carried a small wooden box, ornate and polished, the kind used for sending messages of great significance. He opened it in front of everyone with a theatrical flourish.Elio's severed finger lay inside. The original Blackmoor mate ring was still on it, the gold glinting in the torchlight.The hall went deathly silent. Rhydian's face hardened into stone, his jaw clenched with barely contained fury. "Jax sends this as a message. The real Elio is alive. And he is sending pieces of himself to terrorize us."I felt the connection hit me like a physical blow. My own corresponding finger burned with searing agony. Pain shot through my hand, radiating up my arm. The skin o