All Chapters of The Lone Wolf Is Mine : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the forest that surrounded Xavier’s territory. Timbre stood on the edge of the cliff, her eyes closed, feeling the pulsing energy of the earth beneath her feet. The power within her was awakening, a force as ancient as the mountains themselves, and it was beginning to take shape. It was wild, untamed, and yet… there was something familiar about it, something that resonated with the deepest part of her soul.The bond she shared with Xavier was growing stronger, and with it, the connection to this power. She could feel him even now, far off in the distance, his emotions a turbulent storm of fear, anger, and something else she couldn't quite place. Love? Desire? It was as if the two were intertwined, impossible to separate. The pack was on edge, wary of her presence, and she could sense their distrust like a cold wind blowing through her bones.Alison approached quietly, her footsteps barely audible on the rocky ground. "You’re goin

Timbre stood at the edge of the forest, the moonlight filtering through the tall trees and casting eerie shadows on the ground. Her chest heaved with labored breaths, her mind still buzzing with the intensity of the power that had surged through her earlier. It had been weeks since she had discovered that she was not merely a lone wolf but something far more ancient and powerful. The realization still unsettled her, and each day, the weight of what she had become pressed down harder on her shoulders.She glanced behind her, feeling the presence of the pack looming in the distance. Even though they were far enough away that she could not see them, she knew they were watching her, waiting. Xavier's pack had been on edge ever since the night she had been captured, and now, with Xavier himself on the brink of a mysterious ailment, the tension was palpable. Her connection to him was undeniable, something she could no longer deny or fight. He was part of her now, inextricably linked to the p

Timbre stood at the edge of the cliff, her heart racing in time with the powerful winds whipping around her. The ancient energy coursing through her veins had been restless all day, urging her toward something unknown. Beneath her, the expanse of the forest stretched endlessly, the faint glow of Xavier's pack settlement just visible in the distance. She closed her eyes, drawing in a deep breath. The air felt charged with magic, much like the energy within her, swirling, growing, and waiting to be harnessed.She had come to this cliff to find peace, to clear her mind, but instead, the pressure inside her only intensified. The bond she shared with Xavier was like a heavy weight, one that pulled at her, reminding her that she wasn’t alone anymore. The thought of him—strong, commanding, yet fragile in a way no one else saw—stirred something deep within her. He had changed since their first meeting, and so had she. But was she truly ready for the responsibility of the bond, and the power it

The morning sun filtered weakly through the dense canopy of trees as Timbre made her way toward the outskirts of the pack’s territory. After the intensity of the previous night, she needed space—space to breathe, space to think, and space to figure out what the power inside her was truly capable of. Her thoughts were a jumble of confusion and fear, swirling in a tempest that wouldn’t let up.She wasn’t just Timbre the lone wolf anymore. She was something tied to the forgotten wolves, beings who had once wielded untold power but had been erased from history. It was as though the very ground she walked on was shifting beneath her feet, and she didn’t know how to stop it.The forest was quiet this morning, unnervingly so. Normally, birds would sing in the trees, and the rustle of small creatures moving about would fill the air, but today, there was nothing. The silence unnerved her, and she found herself glancing over her shoulder more than once.She hadn’t gone far when she felt it—a prese

The days that followed were a blur of intense training and preparation. Timbre could feel the weight of the power inside her growing stronger with each passing moment, as if the ancient energy was slowly waking up, stretching its limbs after centuries of sleep. But despite the growing intensity, she still had no idea how to control it.Alison had taken the lead in guiding her, bringing forth old texts and artifacts the pack had kept hidden for generations. The forgotten wolves were an enigma, even to the most learned among the council. Their legacy was shrouded in mystery, with only fragments of stories passed down through whispers and shadows. But what was clear was that they were beings of immense power, beings who had once stood at the top of the natural order before their fall.“The forgotten wolves weren’t just feared for their strength,” Alison explained one evening, her voice quiet but firm as they sat in a secluded part of the pack’s vast library. Scrolls and ancient manuscripts