Novel & Cerita Magnus Chase 2

"What's it about?" Grayson shrugged, but there was a nervous edge to his voice. "Don't know. But Coach looked pissed. Best to get there fast." I sighed, throwing my bag over my shoulder and standing up. My head was still spinning from Arilyn's unexpected reappearance in my life. But Grayson was right—if Coach wanted me, there was no getting around it. I didn't say anything more, just gave Grayson a quick nod and followed him down the hall, the weight of everything I had to face still hanging over me.

Claire asked, raising a brow when I let out a sigh. I grunted, mirroring her look. “I just want to be back in Texas already,” I muttered, looking impatiently toward the cockpit. Claire nodded. “You and me both.” What are they waiting for? My father was already here. Everything was stowed away. There was no reason to loiter. Moments later, two more men walked on board, and the door finally shut. I bristled instinctively, my wolf surging to the surface at the sight of them. “What the hell are you two doing here?” I demanded.

"He's still inside me — trapped in the same space I once was. Now he knows how it feels to be silenced." Micha's throat tightened. "When will he come back?" Magnus looked away, his jaw tensing. "I don't know. Maybe when I find my mate again… or a second chance mate. Until then, I'm the one in control." The wind rustled through the trees, carrying the distant howls of wolves training in the field. For a moment, Micha didn't say anything. He just stared at Magnus — the creature wearing his friend's face — and realized that both of them were prisoners of the past.

As he left the penthouse, Magnus’s final words followed him: “Welcome to your new life, Finn. One month. No escape.” The second dose was secured but the price was his soul.

It seemed she didn’t miss a beat about what was going on. “Wait, isn’t Chad missing?” Dimitri asked, looking at the empty chair. “Yes, he is off in the middle of Africa or something. We couldn’t get word to him in time.” Drago spoke with a deep voice that didn’t fit his body. “So, are we going to figure out what to do about this human and his pictures?” Titus asked as they sat looking at each other. “The human is missing,” Magnusson told them with a slight sigh. He wondered who had taken the man.

My body shook violently, the cut in my side throbbing. Tyler stumbled over, panting. “We can’t hold this. More will come. We need to run.” Jace nodded, wrapping an arm around me. “Move.” We bolted through the trees, shadows chasing us, enforcers howling behind. Every step burned, every breath was a knife in my chest, but I didn’t stop. The forest thinned ahead, moonlight spilling through. Freedom. Then a figure stepped into our path. Magnus. He wasn’t a projection this time. He was here—solid, real, his presence crushing the air out of my lungs. His smile was razor-sharp.

Isabelle’s POV Victory doesn’t come with fireworks. Not for people like me. It comes with silence. The kind that hangs in the room like dust, untouched, undisturbed, waiting for you to finally exhale after holding your breath for too long. I was alone in my penthouse when the news hit every major network. “Walter Blackwood and Kaia Whitmore arrested in connection to multiple federal charges…” The footage played on a loop—Walter in his signature suit, face like stone, refusing to look at the cameras. Kaia, flanked by lawyers, barked at someone off-screen. Her glasses couldn’t hide the rage.

‎ ‎Magnus shoved me into the hallway before I could respond. ‎ ‎"Move," Magnus ordered, checking his watch again. "The convoy leaves in two hours. And you look like a ghost. Put on some rouge. I won't have my prize looking damaged before I even get her home." ‎ ‎I leaned against the wall, clutching my bandaged arm. The bruise on my side throbbed in time with the sting of the needle. ‎ ‎I watched Magnus walk away, his stride confident and predatory. ‎ ‎He didn't see a fiancée. He didn't even see a woman.

He just takes a big step back, breathes out a hard huff, and runs his fingers through his thick brown hair before turning his back to me. I stand there feeling completely cold, wishing he would grab my waist, kiss me hard, and tell me he wants me. But he never does. He saves me from my family, builds my life up, and then leaves me completely starving for him. "Tuesday. Moonstone Relic House. Ten in the morning. My elite pack guardians will bring the chariot to the Moonfang Manor. Do not be late," Magnus says, looking over his big shoulder before walking straight out. I look at the empty doorway, my heart hitting my ribs, knowing I do not understand this wolf at all.