Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Last Howl: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

The iron floorboards shuddered violently beneath us as the transport truck tore through the freezing mountain road. Outside, the distant, guttural howls of the turned wolves faded into the howling blizzard, swallowed whole by the distance.Inside the pitch-black cargo bay, the air was thick with the suffocating stench of copper, fear, and cold sweat. The silence didn't last long. As soon as the engine settled into a steady, deafening hum, the entire bay erupted into chaotic, frantic chatter."An antidote? A damn vaccine?" Kenny exploded, slamming his back against a wooden supply crate. He dragged both hands down his face, his voice cracking with sheer panic. "Are you guys hearing this? He’s got black veins crawling up his damn neck! What if that shit wears off while he’s taking a hairpin turn at fifty miles an hour? We’re

A suffocating, pin-drop silence settled over the pitch-black cargo bay.The weight of Alexander’s confession, and the silent, shocking realization that both he and Denzel were bound to a wolf-less girl from the slums hung heavy in the frigid air. Vanessa sat with her jaw slack, her eyes darting between the Prince and me, while Susan clutched her blanket in dumbfounded disbelief. Kenny kept shuffling his boots, opening his mouth as if to crack a joke, but quickly thought better of it. Even Atlas kept his gaze fixed firmly on the steel floorboards, nursing a bruised silence after his heated outburst.The oppressive quiet was shattered by a deafening screech of rubber and iron.The transport truck lurched violently forward, throwing us all against the tactical crates as Hawthorn slammed his boot onto the brakes. The heavy tires skidded across the icy asphalt

The cold mountain air howled through the transport truck's ruined rear, carrying the bitter scent of ozone, fresh blood, and raw panic.Kenny’s heavy, wracking sobs broke the initial shock, his shoulders trembling as he buried his face in his hands. He was crying so hard he could barely draw breath, his knees sliding against the iron floorboards slick with crimson.Atlas moved past him toward the open tailgate. The metal frame was twisted and bent from the assault, but he grabbed the handle and hauled it upward with a sharp grunt."Help me with this!" Atlas yelled over the roar of the rushing wind.Alexander stepped up immediately, his large hands gripping the damaged steel edge. Together, they heaved against the warped hinges. The metal groaned and scraped loudly, distorted and off-center, but with one final, forceful shove, the steel pins slid into place with a hollow, metallic clack. It was crooked, but it locked. It would hold for now.Inside the bay, no one dared to look up at th

"Infected!" a guard shouted near the cab, his voice cracking with sheer panic. "The driver is turned! Fire! Fire!""No! Wait!" Alexander roared, lunging forward with his arm outstretched. "Hold your fire! He's our professor-"Before the words could leave his throat, a deafening crack of rifle fire shattered the cold morning air.Three heavy rounds punched through the shattered glass of the front windshield. Hawthorn’s guttural, turned roar was cut short instantly. A single bullet struck him directly in the side of the head, snapping his neck back. His eyes went lifeless, the black veins across his face bulging once before his limp body slumped heavily over the steering wheel, his forehead slamming against the horn with a low, continuous blare."Professor!" Atlas screamed, taking a frantic step toward the cab, but the metal

Deep beneath the royal complex, in the suffocating silence of the white room, I sat on the edge of the iron cot.The air was frigid, biting at my bare arms, but my body felt strange. Deep inside my chest, right behind my ribcage, a tiny ember of heat was beginning to flicker. It wasn't a fever. It was a low, slow pulse, beating in time with my heart.I looked at the small white door beyond the iron bars. The doctors had taken my blood in high-profile, sterile containers, treating every drop like a hazardous weapon before vanishing into the upper levels of the palace. Everything about this place was clinical, militarized, and intense.My mind raced through the dark. I didn't understand any of it. I literally did not know anything about what was happening. The only thing I knew for certain was that I was innocent. I hadn't hurt anyone. I hadn't committed a crime. Whatever political nightmare or ancient legend they were spinning, it was all total bullshit. In the end, once the tests came