All Chapters of Last Female Sypher and Her Brother's Friends: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

LiamAria is vibrating.Not visibly—not in a way anyone human would catch—but I feel it like a live wire under my skin.And I’m not the only one.Ronan’s pacing.Kade’s jaw has been locked so tight for the last ten minutes I’m surprised his teeth haven’t cracked.I lean back against the stone wall of the Citadel corridor, arms crossed, watching the three of them.She’s upset, my wolf observes, ears flicking.Yeah, I mutter under my breath. No kidding.Because that’s how this works.The female feels it—deep, sharp, instinctive.And her mates?They unravel right along with her.Aria’s argument back there… it was solid. More than solid. It hit where it needed to hit. I saw it in the room—the hesitation, the flickers of doubt across faces that have been trained not to show anything.But the Assembly?They don’t care about being right.They care about control.And the packs that side with them?They get rewarded for it.Better territory. Better protection. Better everything.No one says it

RonanThe roar of battle fills my ears, sweat dampening my skin as violent snarls, cracking bones, and grunts of pain fill the hall that is supposed to be used for negotiation. For peace.What a fucking joke.Blood thickens the air, the copper scents almost masking the individual scents of the shifter banding together. The shifters that betray their own people. A meaty fist arches toward me. I lean on my back foot, years of instinct and reflexive training taking over while I process the fact that we are now surrounded, my enemies. That I brought my mate right to them.My wolf is pacing inside me, restless, furious, straining against the leash of my control. Let me out, he growls, claws scraping along the edges of my mind. I will make sure they remember this day as the day when they made the fatal mistake of crossing me.While that's great and all, maintaining our current form is more important than revenge.My wolf gives me a put-out look. Aware that this is the logical thing to do, b

AriaChaos greets me the second we cross into pack territory.Wolves dart in every direction, arms full of bags, crates, weapons. Voices overlap, as mothers call out to their pups and enforcers guide people into groups. Everyone is carrying a pack, stuffed full.Anxiety, reluctance, and fear perfume the air. The sour, vinegary smell makes my wolf uneasy. However, this time it is not the desire to protect me that passes through her, it's the desire to protect her pack. A forever mama bear instinct I didn't know I had.Ronan sets me onto my feet, and I push through the jelly-like feeling in my limbs. The further we got from danger, the more my fire subsided, leaving me feeling like I had run a ten-mile sprint.Barric is waiting for us by the front gate, a serious expression on his face.He’s in front of me in less than a second, hands on my shoulders, eyes scanning every inch of me like he expects to find blood.“Are you hurt?” he demands.“I’m fine,” I say quickly, grabbing his wrists

TheoThe forest feels different when you’re exchanging familiar pines for the unknown cedar, hemlock, and spruce of the mountain regions. The sizable group of lives I'm responsible for does nothing to reduce the tightening of my senses or the vigilance of my wolf.Every snapped twig, every shift in the wind, every ripple in the river beside us presses against my eardrums sharper, louder. I look over my charges, doing a silent head count. The third I’ve done since we crossed the border of the pack lands.The juveniles have, surprisingly, been behaving themselves.The wolves can feel the danger, my wolf says. They are helping to keep them calm.Thank the gods for small mercies.I move at the front edge of our cluster, keeping pace with Marcus while scanning the tree line. The group stretches behind us in a loose formation with the enforcers along the edges and behind.My wolf is restless. We’re too exposed.“Nothing we can do about it. We just need to keep moving. It’s far more dangerou

AriaPain, white and hot, hits me out of nowhere. My shoulder and back throb with a phantom ache close enough to feel real but distant enough to let my mind know it's not mine.I freeze mid-step, fingers tightening around the strap of my pack as something twists deep in my chest.Theo.I don't know how I know, but I do. The certainty of his presence is clearer than the throbbing feeling lighting up my nerves.My wolf surges forward instantly, restless and agitated. He’s hurt.Just as quickly as it came, the feeling dulls. It’s far away. Blurred. Like trying to see through thick fog. I can still sense the pain, the distress, but I can’t tell how bad the wounds are.That makes it worse.I know he's limiting what I can feel somehow.A shadow moves over me.“He’ll be okay,” Kade assures, his voice cutting through my spiraling thoughts.I shake my head, trying to steady myself. But when I look in his eyes, I see the same worry tightening my chest.“But he’s hurt,” I say. “And he’s hiding i