All Chapters of The Reign Of The Last White Wolf: Chapter 11 - Chapter 13

Raiden’s POV I wrapped my hand around the heavy steel handle and pulled the door open. Stepping to one side, I motioned toward the entrance with a slight bow. “After you, my queen.” A smile tugged at the corner of Traci’s mouth as she gave a small nod and walked into the room. Zayden and I followed a step behind, one on either side of her. She didn’t need either of us to protect her. We all knew that. This wasn’t about protection. It was about unity. Anyone watching understood exactly what we were saying without a single word being spoken. Touch one of us… You answered to all three. The cell was quiet except for the faint clink of chains shifting whenever one of the them moved. The lowly dimmed lights mounted along the walls cast a warm glow across the room, though they did little to make the place feel welcoming. My attention settled on the three women. Almost immediately, I wrinkled my nose. The smell hit me like a punch to the gut. One of them had apparently been far more fri

Ralph’s POV I rolled my eyes so hard they nearly hurt. Sentimental idiots. Hidden in the narrow gap between two storage buildings, I watched them from the shadows as they wandered through the blast site like mourners at a funeral. Warriors moved carefully across the torn ground, collecting every piece of debris they could find. Others carried empty crates and heavy tarps while Boomer barked quiet instructions, his usual arrogance nowhere to be found. The entire compound had turned into one giant pity party. Honestly… It was pathetic. Jordan had died because he was careless enough to let someone stand close to his workbench. That wasn’t my problem. It certainly wasn’t something worth standing around crying over. Maddox, though… Now he was another story. I spotted him in the distance walking away from the wreckage with his shoulders slumped, disappearing toward the lake without saying another word. Yeah… He’s going to need time. He’s going to grieve. He’s going to question himsel