All Chapters of The Wolf Who Saved Me: Chapter 81 - Chapter 89

I woke up to cold metal pressing against my cheek. My arms were twisted behind me, and my wrists were bound tight with what felt like a zip tie. My ankles, too. The scent of rust, sweat, and engine oil hit me first, then pain. My ribs screamed when I shifted. My neck burned where the dart hit. The back of my throat was dry and sour, like I’d swallowed smoke and metal.“Wren?” Mira’s whisper cut through the silence.I blinked into darkness. My eyes adjusted enough to catch the faint silver outline of a face.“Mira?”“Yeah. You okay?”I couldn’t even lie. “No.”“Same.”We were in the back of a moving truck with a metal floor but no windows. The rattling engine bounced with every pothole, and every bounce sent pain through my side.“Where are we?” I asked.“No clue. I woke up a few minutes before you. Two guys up front. One called the other Briggs.”“Bounty hunters?”“Maybe. They didn’t talk much, just said something about ‘delivering her in one piece’.”“Her?”“You.”Of course. I roll

I didn’t sleep, didn’t blink. My back stayed against the cold wall, blade in hand, heart thudding like it was racing someone else’s time. Lark said midnight. I didn't know how close it was, but my gut said soon.Every sound hit like a warning. Metal creaked, pipes hissed, and somewhere far above, boots scraped concrete. No one here walked softly. They didn’t need to. Everyone below the ground was either loyal or locked up, except me.I knelt by the drain, the same one I’d memorized for hours. A rusted square in the concrete, damp around the edges, and just wide enough to slide through if you didn't care about your ribs.It clicked; it was faint, barely more than a sigh of metal. I pressed my ear to the floor. Another click and a slide sound. A hand slipped through the opening, fingers outstretched.“Wren,” Lark’s voice whispered from the dark. “Now.”I shoved my blade between my teeth, dropped flat, and slithered forward. Every scrape of my elbows against the floor sparks up my arms.

The courtyard was quiet. Only the wind moved, dragging dried leaves across the stone floor like ghosts whispering secrets. The pack knew better than to linger. They’d scattered without a word when Reule’s voice echoed through the house cold and sharp: “Send Lila to me. Now.”He stood in the center, hands behind his back, face unreadable. Dressed in a black shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, boots still dusty from the forest, Reule looked like a judgment-made flesh.Lila appeared minutes later. Her footsteps were slow but steady. Her hair was perfect, her lips painted, and the leather belt cinched around her waist too tight for comfort. She tried to keep her chin high, but her eyes betrayed her wide and unsure.“You wanted to see me, Alpha?” she asked, voice quiet.Reule didn’t speak. He stared at her, gray eyes stormy but still. She shifted under his gaze. “I was helping Adriana in the...”“Don’t lie.”Her mouth clamped shut. He took one step toward her. “Why?”She blinked. “I...

The sun broke through the trees as the black SUV roared down the final stretch of road. Yannis barely glanced at the rearview mirror. His focus was forward, on what was waiting back at the Gray Pack's estate. He couldn't help but be excited about his wedding. Beside him, Landon rode with his usual tension, arms folded, eyes sharp."We still have time," Yannis said."The wedding preparations won't start until midday."Landon exhaled."She’s going to throw something at you. Maybe you. Maybe a chair. Maybe both."Yannis smirked."She’ll be fine.""You’re marrying a woman who was in love with another man. You think that ends in 'fine'?""I’m marrying a woman who was betrayed by her own choices. And I know she felt the mate bond, but she was too stubborn and kept denying it. However, I have faith that if I show her that I am a gentleman, she will come around," Yannis said.Landon snorted."You sound like a motivational speaker. You sure this isn’t just your way of proving you can tame her?

The forest felt heavier the closer they got to the border, like the trees themselves were holding their breath. I stumbled, catching myself against Reule’s side. He didn’t hesitate to loop an arm around my waist and kept me moving without missing a step.“You sure you’re not dead?” Landon muttered ahead of us, tossing a smirk over his shoulder.“Feels like it,” I rasped, trying to match his grin.Reule shot Landon a glare sharp enough to slice stone. “Maybe you’d like to carry her?”Landon snorted. “Nah, you’re doing great, Alpha. Real nurturing. Very inspiring.”“I’ll shove my fist down your throat if you don’t shut up,” Reule growled under his breath.I tried to laugh to break the thick tension. It was a small thing, barely a whisper against the roaring panic in my veins, but it kept me moving. Behind us, Mira limped along, half-carrying Lark, who was still unconscious. Ivar hovered at their side, sharp-eyed, ready to jump if they faltered.It almost felt normal until the wind sh