All Chapters of The Wolf Who Saved Me: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

A few hours ago...Reule’s heart hammered with worry as to where Wren was. She had been missing for almost a day, and his patience was running out. He didn’t like the silence in Yannis’s quarters, nor the way his warlock friend seemed torn, as though holding something back. Reule could sense the tension that radiated from Yannis.Reule went to Yannis to gather some information. “Yannis,” he demanded, his voice taut. “If there’s anything you know, anything at all that could lead us to Wren, I need to hear it now. Her life could depend on it.”Yannis’s gaze flickered, hesitating. Then, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a deep regret reflected in his expression. “Reule… I do know something. Two hours ago I had a premonition,” he said, barely a whisper.Reule took a step forward, his fists clenched, every muscle in his body tense. “Then why didn’t you come to me sooner?”Yannis looked away, his face shadowed by a mixture of guilt and reluctance. “Because… it

The burning in my veins spread like wildfire. Every nerve, every limb screamed as the wolfsbane clashed against Mira’s potion. My body trembled under the weight of the battle raging inside me. It was not just physical, but something deeper and darker.I didn’t know how long I hung there, sweating, twitching, whispering half-prayers to the moon I couldn’t see. My wrists had blistered under the cuffs. My legs were numb. But I wouldn’t cry. The door groaned open. I braced myself, but it wasn’t Acwulf. Not Mira either. It was someone new.He moved with military precision, his armor scratched and bloodstained. The wolf insignia on his shoulder had been clawed. He must be a rebel or a dead man walking.“Name’s Therin,” he said, voice low and clipped. “Don’t scream.”“I don’t scream,” I rasped.He arched a brow. “Good. Let’s talk.”He pulled a stool from the shadows, spun it backward, and straddled it like we were catching up over drinks and not me chained to the ceiling like some cursed

The woods beyond the barrier felt like a different world. Every tree seemed older, every breeze sharper. I didn’t stop running, even though my legs felt like they were filled with molten lead and my lungs were shredded ribbons inside my chest. I needed distance from the chains; from the ritual; and from the feeling of Acwulf's control that even now I could still feel. Freedom shouldn’t hurt like this, but it did. Still, I pushed forward. The stars overhead flickered like warnings, not comforts. I wasn’t sure if I was still in his territory, if this was even his pack territory I wasn't sure. Mira’s directions had blurred in my head - right at the river and left at the old tree split by lightning. I couldn’t tell which direction was which anymore.I stumbled into a narrow ravine and fell hard, hands scraping against jagged rock. The impact jarred my shoulder, and I cried out before clamping my mouth shut. Silence was survival. The pain was nothing new, just another reminder that I was

Acwulf’s boot slammed into my ribs before I could turn. I hit the wall, head cracking against stone, ears ringing. Pain roared through my side. I rolled to dodge the second blow, too slow—he caught my leg and yanked. I kicked out, heel catching his knee. He grunted but didn’t let go.He crouched, face close. “You're not your mother. No fire left.”I spat blood at him.He backhanded me hard enough to black the edge of my vision. “You think that makes you strong? You’re still crawling. Just like she did.”I didn’t answer. My fingers curled around the dagger shard. It was all I had.He straightened. “You’re predictable. Brave. But stupid.” His voice dropped. “That’s why it always ends the same.”Then he turned and walked away. I didn’t move. My head swam. Bones screamed. But the second I heard the chamber door close, I twisted and forced my limbs to respond. The dagger shard was slick in my grip, the only piece of steel between me and what was coming. Acwulf wasn’t gone; he would be

We ran again.Branches clawed at my arms. Rocks tore at my feet. The cold bit down like teeth, but we didn’t stop. Behind us, Acwulf's roar still echoed—half rage, half pain. He was down but not dead. “Left...go left!” Mira wheezed beside me, gripping her ribs.I followed, trusting her instincts. We cut through a patch of undergrowth and spilled into a dried creek bed. The mud sucked at our feet, every step a fight.My side throbbed where Acwulf punched me. Breathing hurt, but thinking hurt worse. I kept seeing his eyes. His grin and the way he could break me. I hated that I almost let him.“Wait,” Mira gasped. “Just wait.”We collapsed beside a log. I rolled onto my back, staring at the stars, trying to slow my heartbeat. My lungs stung with every inhale. Mira coughed and held her side. “He’s not chasing.”“No,” I rasped. “He’s hurting. You heard the scream.”“I thought that stone wouldn’t work.”“Me too.”Silence stretched between us. Crickets started chirping again, like nothin