Todos los capítulos de The Wolfless Runner's Revenge : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 5

The roar of eighty thousand spectators inside the Blackridge National Stadium sounded like a tidal wave crashing against concrete. Standard stadium lights flooded the track, but for Sierra Vance, the world had shrunk to the narrow crimson line of Lane Four.Her heart was beating fast, a frantic, desperate rhythm. She adjusted her fingers on the cold synthetic track, her knuckles strained against the dark surface.To her left in Lane Five, Tinsley Laurent turned her head. Tinsley’s golden wolf eyes gleamed with arrogant satisfaction, her sleek Silverfang racing kit pristine."Still trying, wolfless?" Tinsley murmured. "You’re crowding the lane for actual athletes, Sierra. Save yourself the embarrassment and crawl off the track."Sierra didn't break her gaze from the finish line a hundred meters ahead. "Focus on your own blocks, Tinsley.""I don't need to," Tinsley sneered, settling into her starting stance. "The Alpha is watching. He didn't come here to see a human stumble through a sh

The iron gates of the Blackridge Vance estate swung open with a rusty screech, slicing through the heavy midnight air.Sierra walked down the cobblestone driveway, her worn black duffel bag slung over her uninjured shoulder. The rain had started twenty minutes after she left the stadium, a cold, steady drizzle that soaked through her dark hoodie and washed the lingering track dust from her skin.The grand manor stood before her, illuminated by amber outdoor sconces. Normally, the grounds were bustling with Blackridge pack guards and junior athletes undergoing late-night conditioning. Tonight, the courtyard was eerily silent.As Sierra stepped onto the marble porch, two senior pack guards stepped out from the shadows, blocking the double mahogany doors. Both men bore the Blackridge crest pinned to their leather jackets. Neither of them offered a hand or checked her bleeding shoulder."You're late, Sierra," the lead guard, Howard, said, his voice completely devoid of respect. "Beta Vanc

Sierra stepped over the fallen tree branches, leaving the pack lands behind without looking back. The downpour had softened into a thick, misty drizzle that clung to the tall canopy above. The forest was dead quiet, shifters rarely ventured into the woods during the Dark Moon. Without the celestial light to guide their instincts, standard shifter wolves felt heavy, sluggish, and vulnerable.Sierra felt anything but sluggish.With every step she took deeper into the ancient pine woods, the strange chemical fire in her chest grew hotter. It was no longer suffocating her or burning her lungs; it was shifting. The poison that had paralyzed her on the track was being consumed, digested, and converted at a cellular level by a dark, ravenous heat gathering at the base of her spine.Her heart rate accelerated to an impossible cadence, echoing inside her skull like a war drum beating in an empty hall.Sierra staggered into a wide, moss-covered clearing surrounded by towering oak trees. A sharp