All Chapters of Howl of the rejected : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Zyra returned to her room, the encounter with the mysterious robed figure replaying in her mind. She couldn't shake the words spoken to her, nor the strange sense of familiarity that had lingered in the air. The room felt colder than before, the weight of her unanswered questions pressing down on her.She sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the flickering shadows cast by the small flames she still held in her palm. Letting them extinguish, she sighed, rubbing her temples in an attempt to clear her thoughts. Just as she was beginning to lose herself in the labyrinth of her mind, the door creaked open, and Marcus entered.He immediately noticed the tension in her posture and the faraway look in her eyes. "Zyra," he called gently, concern lacing his voice. "Are you alright?"Startled from her thoughts, she quickly composed herself, forcing a small smile. "Yes, I'm fine," she replied, her tone not entirely convincing.Marcus frowned, not believing her. He moved closer, crouchi

As Zyra continued to walk deeper into the woods, the feeling of being watched grew stronger. She was hyper-aware of every sound, every movement around her. The forest, usually a sanctuary, felt different today—more alive, as if it were holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. Her heart pounded in her chest as she pushed forward, her senses on high alert.Just as she was about to call out again, a soft rustle came from behind her. Instinctively, Zyra turned around, but before she could react, she felt a gentle touch on her shoulder. She flinched and took a quick step back, raising her hands defensively, ready to summon her powers. Her eyes widened as she took in the figure before her—the same person she had encountered before, shrouded in a robe with a hood pulled low over their face.The figure stood there, head bowed, hands clasped in front of them. Despite the concealed features, there was an aura of calmness about them. The figure’s posture was respectful, almost defer

As Bexley slipped back into the Nightshade pack's territory, she thought she had managed to go unnoticed. Her hood was pulled low over her face, and she moved with a determined, quiet grace. The sun was just beginning to set, casting long shadows across the grounds. She was nearly at the door of the mansion when she heard a voice behind her."Well, well, look who we have here. Sneaking around, are we?"Bexley stiffened, recognizing the voice of Kevin, one of the more brash and irritating members of the pack. She turned around slowly, forcing a calm expression onto her face."What do you want, Kevin?" she asked, her voice deliberately neutral.Kevin smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Just curious. You look like someone who's sneaking out—or back in, maybe? Where have you been?"Bexley narrowed her eyes, trying to hide her discomfort. "None of your business," she replied coolly. "I'm not sneaking anywhere. Just taking a walk."“Or I can’t take a walk anymore?” she asked him.K

In the dimly lit room, the soft glow of a single candle illuminated Zyra's face. She sat cross-legged on the floor, her eyes closed in concentration. Opposite her, Marcus watched intently, his expression a mix of concern and admiration. The air around them hummed with a faint energy as Zyra began to channel her magic.Zyra opened her eyes, revealing a deep, intense focus. She reached out to the small table beside her, picking up a pristine piece of parchment. With a wave of her hand, the quill on the table lifted into the air, suspended by her magic. The quill dipped itself into a vial of dark red ink—no, not ink, but blood. The essence of the message had to carry the weight of her fury and determination.Marcus leaned forward, his voice low and steady. "Are you sure about this, love? This message... it's a bold move."Zyra's gaze never wavered as she met his eyes. "Cade and his mother need to understand that we're not afraid. They need to know that we're coming for them, and we won't

As the sky dimmed with the setting sun, casting a golden hue over the forest, the air grew cooler and the atmosphere more charged. Zyra and Marcus stood facing each other in a secluded clearing, a playful yet determined glint in their eyes. They had been training rigorously, but now there was a different kind of energy between them—a mix of competition, anticipation, and a hint of something more.Marcus stretched his arms, a grin spreading across his face. "Ready to show me what you've got, or are you still holding back?"Zyra chuckled, a teasing light in her eyes. "Holding back? You wish. I've been going easy on you, but maybe it's time to step it up."They circled each other, the forest silent save for the rustling of leaves underfoot. In a flash, Marcus lunged, his movements swift and precise. Zyra dodged gracefully, her reflexes sharpened by her vampiric and Lycan sides. She countered with a quick jab, which Marcus deftly blocked, their hands meeting with a soft thud."Not bad,"