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Howl of the unchosen 70
Chapter 70: Author's POV The wind whipped along the measureless trees of snow, its cold breath nipping at Orin’s cloak. He was next to a cliff, above the brodom of the daunting horizon. He could see the landscape stretch before him, a horizon of white, with the mountains in the distance standing tall, yet silent. It had been a land that once belonged to him — and would again.His fiery eyes, blazing with rage, swept the horizon. Jason Frostwood and Fiona Ashford believed they had won. They had rejoiced at their small victory, convinced they had shattered his grip of his forces. But they didn’t know the depths of his vengeance. They hadn’t come to understand that Orin Blackclaw was no mere hunt and kill and forget rogue. No. He was a storm, poised to blow them all into chaos.Fiona and Jason had believed they had gotten the job done, annihilating his supporters, scattering his forces. But what they hadn’t noticed was the seed he had sown in the dark. His escape was no accident. He had
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Chapter 71: Fiona's POVI was stood at the very edge of the Ashford's pack house —my home, the snow that extended endlessly before me, my boots sinking into it. The air snapped against my skin, and every inhalation was a white plume of vapor that simmered and sat still in the weight of the stillness. Then there was the silence, which was not peaceful: It loomed, laden, as if the entire world was holding its breath. Waiting. Watching. I could just feel — it was an intuition — like something bigger than all of us was enclosing on our lives.Jason’s shadow fell behind me, a solid immensity as unyielding as the great pines that enclosed this frozen wilderness. His warmth was a whisper, a suggestion, piercing the scalding chill around me only a little bit, but it was there — a tether to keep me from coming undone completely. And yet, as much as I wanted to lean on it, lean on him, it wouldn’t make a difference about what was to come. It wouldn’t alter what needed to be done.“Do you know
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Chapter 72: Fiona's POVAfter last night's event, I woke up in my cozy bed—the one I was used to for so long. It felt like hike here, but I really need to move back into the woods. Everyone was till asleep so I decided to set out in the forest.As I returned to the forest, the wind was blowing through the trees. It had been a long time since I had felt such a deep sense of coming home — since I had actually belonged to this place. The forest with its ancient trees and hidden secrets had always been my refuge my sanctuary But today, it felt different. More powerful. More mine.A familiar pulse the earth beneath my feet broke through on the way into the woods. The trees towered above, their branches woven together, protecting me from the outside world. And I was once again in the position I was meant to be in: Queen of the Forest, a role that had once being thrust upon me like some tortured prophecy, but now was quite simply the only truth I knew.I had just recently departed from the
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Chapter 73: Lena's POVThe wind had changed and it was blowing with a chill spread through the land. I felt the air getting heavier, the silence around us growing thicker. Jason’s hand lay light on mine, always there, reassurance. After all that had happened, after all the killing, the alliances, the betrayals — we stood here together in a quiet moment, as if the world had cropped up for the briefest of seconds. And for once, it felt right.The days blurred after Fiona left, and all those hours I’d spent waiting — praying for peace — had led up to this moment. Jason had done everything he could to shield me from the horrors that tormented us both, but there was always something just out of reach. No matter how hard he tried to protect me, the world felt like it was crushing down on both of us. But as I stood here in the warmth of evening, it all seemed different.The pathway unfolded at our feet, lit in the soft silver light of the moon, everything felt peaceful and untamed. A low hum
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Chapter 74: Fiona's POVWhat does the forest feels like?Like my home My instincts were rarely wrong, and they screamed at me tonight. Danger was close. I climbed to my feet and crept around as silent as a whisper, blending into the shadows as if I were one. Maeve trailed behind her, dagger ready, each step she took careful and confident.Something moved in my periphery, a flicker, a laser-focused shadow dashing between the trees. Too speedy to be anything human. My heart raced, but I breathed evenly."Stay close," I whispered, my voice firm but in a low tone. We flowed together, our footfalls silent on the forest floor. As we hit a clearing, trees broke just enough for me to see them—some renegade wolves. I froze, knowing exactly what they were. Banned from their packs, they were more dangerous as a unit than they ever were as individuals. I’d heard whispers of them plotting to meet recently and plan something against me. And the rumors were apparently true.“Seems like we aren’t a
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Chapter 75: Ethan’s POVI woke before the sun shadowed the horizon — which it always did — spilling soft golden light over the Ashford Pack territory. The trees sparkled in the dawn fog, their vast against-the-light silence a guardianship over a peace we hadn’t had in years. I stood at the packlands edge, my fingers brushing the rough bark of the nearest oak tree, looking out over the valley. Even after all that time, the sight of it still astonished me.Peace. It was a thin thing, but it had fallen over the ashes of the Amory Pack after so many storms, coated over everything like a fine dust. I exhaled deeply, filling my lungs with the cool of the dawn. There was a time not so long ago that doubt would shadow me; I’d constantly be wondering whether I was enough — or doing enough — for this pack. But now, it was a different kind of weight. A burden I had come to accept, it was the weight of leadership, yes.I was wearing the mantle of Alphaas it was meant to be worn, but I was never r
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Chapter 76: Orin’s POVThe atmosphere reeked with the aroma of ineptitude. My wolves and I had barely made it out of the Ashford territory alive, our bodies battered and bruised, our pride broken into millions of pieces, and our plans strewn to the wind. As we plodded through the thick underbrush of the untracked wood, distant from the miserable pack who deprived me of my birthright, my head boiled with rage.I had underestimated them — Fiona, Jason, even that damn Ethan. I would never repeat that mistake again.“Alpha, where are we going?” one of my last followers, Kael, asked, with tentative, prudent tones. His once-imposing posture was slumped and the rest appeared no more striking. A pack cracked—just what we had become.“To a place we can build back,” I snapped, my voice like a knife. “I refuse to allow this to be our end.”Kael nodded quickly, his obsequiousness dulling the tip of my temper, but only a little. My pack had been weakened, yes, but not annihilated. The ones who fel
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Chapter 77: Orin’s POVFreedom —It wasn’t as sweet as the chaotic vision I had dreamed it would be. It sat with me like sharp, bitter icing that stuck to my tongue, with a weight that would not go away, reminding me of everything I had lost, everything I still needed to be. The cold air burned on the strong inhale I took, stinging with every breath, sharper than I remembered. Had the world become harder, or had I just forgotten its sting after years in chains?The forest surrounding me stretched dark and infinite, its shadows twisting and curling like the remnants of my past. There was a faint promise in the damp earth beneath my feet — possibility. It was subtle, bordering on undetectable, the faint breeze of an animal in the distance. But lurking in that possibility, just sitting there in the pine-scented wind, was the recognizable taste of revenge.My roles were tense as I lifted them; the memory of iron shackles digging into my wrists wouldn’t dissolve. Those chains may have been
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Chapter 120: Fiona's POVDespite my determination, something had been eating away at the edges of my confidence. I wasn't scared of Mara. No, I had stared down danger before, had dealt with enemies trying to destroy me and my family, my pack. And I had always won out in the end. But this time… this time was different. This woman was not only powerful — she was primeval. Her magic felt like it infiltrated the soil beneath our feet, so that everything felt heavier, more oppressive.Tightening my fists as fiery rage pulsed in my veins, begging me to do something. I had to defend everything — my house, my family, people I loved. And then, just out of the corner of my eye, I saw him.My father.The patriarch of our family, Lucian Ashford, entered the courtyard. When I first saw him, my breath caught in my throat. He had this calming effect on me in the chaos, his presence an anchor in the storm. He was strong, he was powerful, and yet in that instant I was suddenly inundated with vulnerabi
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Chapter 119: Author's POVMara cackled, her voice ricocheting off the cold, the courtyard as Fiona tried to fight through her magic. It was almost too hilarious — the belligerent young wolf, full of fire and fury, attempting to hold her ground. Mara had seen this all before — the resistance, the defiance, the faith that sheer will could do battle against centuries of power. But it was always the same. They never learned.“This is the best you can do little wolf? There was a note of mocking amusement in Mara’s voice. She watched Fiona struggle against the magic, and her age-old eyes sparkled with triumph. “Little flames of yours aren’t going to cut it. There is no fire that can kill me now."Fiona’s hands were still up, the flickering orange of fire dancing around her fingers, but Mara could feel the energy ebbing out of her. She was old—older than most of the men who crossed her path—but not old enough to beat Mara’s decades of practice. Fiona’s flames might roar for attention, but Ma
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Chapter 118: Fiona's POV“She’s older than I thought,” I said, my voice steady in spite of the fear snaking up my spine. “Maybe 400 years or more. Her power is not merely about natural talent. It’s honed. Ancient.”Ethan’s gaze flickered to mine, the intensity in his eyes matching the weight of my words. “That’s how she’s been able to manipulate so much so quickly.” She has had time to hone it.”As the crowd began to disperse, the estate buzzing with uncomfortable whispers. My parents were still shaking, their faces looking pale, their eyes flicking to my direction, as if trying to comprehend what had just happened. I wanted to comfort them, but there was no time.But before I took another step, the very atmosphere around me changed. It was subtle at first — a ripple, a hum in the air that raised the hairs on the back of my neck.And then she was back.Mara’s shape coalesced in the center of the courtyard, dark and imposing. This time, she didn’t bother with illusions. The real her wa
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Chapter 117: Fiona’s POVI wasn’t surprised.As soon as I arrived at the estate I felt her—dark, intrusive energy that didn’t belong. It made me creast, and boiled my blood that Mara walked through my house pretending to be me.It didn’t surprise me that Maeve, standing next to me, noticed the obvious: “She’s going to tell Ethan she’s the real you.”I grinned grimly, clenching the enchanted stone in my fist. “Let her try. Ethan will see through it.”Maeve arched an eyebrow, her faith in Ethan not as solid as mine. “You have a remarkably steady disposition if you’re being impersonated.”“Calm?” I scoffed. “I’m furious. But this is not the moment to hit the panic button. I have to catch her something that nobody can dispute.”Maeve crossed her arms with a twinkle in her eyes. “What’s the plan?”I raised my hand, allowing a small flame to dance on my palm. Waves come in, back out, suck it all back down for another run. “I will call upon elemental fire and bring her true face to light. Ma
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Chapter 116: Mara’s POVI sat in her chambers — no, my chambers now. It was strange how quickly I’d settled into this space, how easily I’d commandeered everything that once belonged to her. My fingers rapped in measured time on the armrest of her chair. Servants moved about the estate, oblivious to the storm I was about to unleash on these walls. They believed I was her. Her parents were convinced, as was she. They had all accepted me, no questions asked, no doubts raised. They didn’t know the truth, nor did they need to.But then there was Ethan.Ethan was the problem.He was in the courtyard, pacing, as I had expected. He was never gone, always looking, always hoping for a slip, for something to tell him the truth. His suspicion had been building for days, ever since I had set foot on the property, and I felt it whenever his eyes landed on me, scrutinizing me, as if I were a problem he was determined to solve. It was maddening, but exhilarating. He was a challenge. And I always lik
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Chapter 115: Fiona’s POVThe call with Ethan played in a loop in my brain, like a record that had skipped and wouldn’t stop skipping. The more I thought about it, the louder every word got. Someone was out there, wandering through my life, wearing my name, my face — living as me. It was not only unsettling; it sent a chill deep, deep into my bones. That thought clung to me like a second skin, cold and suffocating.Mara. She’d gone too far this time. Way too far.I sat by the fire, gazing into the dancing flames, but the heat did not comfort me. It was a jumble of hazy thoughts and fears I was afraid to voice. Next to me, Maeve quietly packed our things with an efficiency that was almost reassuring. She always knew what to do when the rest of the world seemed to be spinning out of control. Her calm steadiness kept me grounded when I felt like I was falling apart.“Maeve,” I said suddenly, shattering the leaden silence. My voice sounded odd even to me — hoarse and choppy, like it didn’t
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Chapter 114: Fiona’s POVThe wood was disconcertingly silent, the sort of quiet that rubbed my frayed nerves raw. The fire crackled low between Maeve and me, the flames’ warmth no competition for the icy dread in my gut. The stars above us twinkled weakly, shrouded in thin clouds that echoed the haze of uncertainty that clouded my mind.My fingers traced the rough edges of the enchanted stone, the cool surface anchoring me. It hummed dully with energy, a slight suggestion of the link still kept with Ethan, however far away he was from us. He hadn’t replied before, and the lack of his familiar voice had made the pit of unease inside me sink deeper.Maeve shifted, her silver hair reflecting in the firelight. She kept her watchful eyes on me. “You’re going to call him back, right?”I nodded, swallowing the doubt that was choking me. “I have to. That’s not right, Maeve. If Ethan is able to hear me, I want to know what is going on.”She didn’t argue. “Good. If anyone can sort out this tang
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Chapter 113: Fiona’s POVEverything in the forest had a life of its own; the breeze rustling the leaves and probably having a conversation of its own; the crickets never stinging still to voice their presence and every other moment the long-measured howl of a wolf that shivered down my spine. It was calm, yes, but not the kind of calm that comforts you. No, this was the kind of quiet where something seemed fishy, like the forest itself was holding its breath.I waited at the edge of the rogues’ training grounds, arms folded tightly across my chest, watching Maeve spar with one of the younger recruits. She was working with the thunderstorm — graceful and deadly. Her silver hair shone in the sunlight, the bright color catching the light every time she turned or crouched, which was not unlike the poor lad she was in training with. He was dirty, struggling to breathe as her blows fell on him. But he was clearly outmatched. Maeve did not give him an inch, honestly I didn’t know if she was
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Chapter 112: Mara’s POVI walked through the grand hallways of the Ashford Pack’s estate, my steps slow, deliberate. The air was dense with their trust, their respect — a trust I hadn’t earned, but had surreptitiously plundered. They all thought I was Fiona, their beloved queen, the backbone of their beloved export. How quaint to watch them smile beatifically and bow their heads correctly as I passed. If only they knew what really lay under their fragile veil of loyalty.But not everyone was blind. Ethan. His look was the one scratch on my otherwise immaculate performance. I felt his presence, his eyes piercing, like all sharp silence, wherever I went. He stared out into the hall, observing, calculating, doubting — not like the others. And even though he hadn’t formally gone against me, the energy in his presence served as a reminder that I had to watch my step.I wasn’t going to let his scrutiny rattle me. No, I was Fiona in that part; I played Fiona to a tee. I listened to scouts dr
