All Chapters of Reborn at the Last Howl: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Cryssara's POV My mother freezes in the doorway. Both stared at me as though my words were a smoke, refusing to fade. She finds her voice first. "How dare you? After everything this family has done for you? You don't even have a wolf. We took you out of pity, and this is how you repay us...with betrayal?" I kept my eyes on her, my hands steady at my sides. For the first time in seven years, nobody is telling me what to do, and the silence roared louder than any shout. It fills the room, pressing against the walls, against everything I have swallowed for so long. Dorian shoved past her, his jaw was tight which made a vein pulse at his temple. "I picked you when no one would. Who will want an omega with no wolf? Tell me that." The words intentions were meant to wound, meant to remind me of my place. I did not answer. He waits, clenching his fists, the muscles in his forearms banged with a fury he no longer bothers to hide. Nothing comes from me. His face shifts, the anger giving w

Cryssara's POV Dorian yelled. "Shut the gate!" Guards sprint forward, slamming their bodies across the road. The lawyer's car lurches to a stop. My heart hammers against my ribs, each beating a drum of panic I cannot silence. Caelus steps into the road without hesitation. He says nothing. He stands there as if he has weathered worse storms than this one. The guards falter, exchanging glances, and back away. Nobody wants to test a rogue Alpha with his reputation. Then he enters the car. The car surges through the gap. I refuse to look back, though every instinct yells at me to check whether Dorian still watches, still waits, still plans his next move. The road stretches open ahead. Trees smear past the window in a blur of silhouette and shadow. In the back seat, my breath ripped out of me in ragged gasps, my hands shaking in my lap like leaves caught in the wind. Lyanna is already pressed against my side. She had chased the car down, and I yanked her through the door seconds

CRYSSARAThe elder holds the paper higher, and the wind blows viciously at its edges."By old pack custom, once an Alpha refuses a rejection, the mate's share belongs to him," he says. "Open the gate."Dorian looms right behind him, that same predatory smile curling across his face, the same smile he wore when he chose Seraphina at the shelter, a smile already drunk on victory, already feasting on what he believes is his.I grip the cold iron bars until my knuckles scream. I have just one hour left. That is all they gave me, and I will not waste a single breath of it.Quill steps up beside me, surprisingly calm. He opens his bag slowly and pulls out one book: the ceremony register. it has a brown cover, with thin pages worn soft with age. He holds it so every face on the other side of the gate can see it."There's no signature," he says, his voice slicing through the tension, finding its mark. "There's no moon mark. Look for yourselves."He flips a page. It is blank. He flips another.