All Chapters of House of the Wolves: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Far off from the Capital, deep in the wild rainforest and away from the coven, sat a woman in the middle of a magic circle. Candles of varying sizes and heights filled her sight, leaving no room for her to leave the circle and break formation. Her eyes were shut closed with deep concentration, her fingers shaking fervently as she continued chanting despite the rising tension around her.Her attention was no longer on her surroundings but on the awareness and vision brought by her spiritual form. Astral traveling is an elaborate skill that allows one to travel beyond the bounds of one’s physical body. Astral traveling can also help one find something they are searching for. That was one of its abilities, and the only one Phaedra was intent on doing after learning Astral traveling. However, after many days, her search is hopeless. She’s long mastered the skill, among others, but she is still yet to find what it is that she seeks.Feeling her stamina at its limit, she returns to her phys

“Your Majesty,” Xiao’s voice interrupted my thoughts. My eyes flutter open, immediately catching his gaze. “She’s awake. Phaedra is awake.”The news immediately brought me to my feet, but after a few steps, my feet halted and suddenly gained weight—like an anvil was weighing them down. It was the hesitation keeping me rooted in my spot; unsure of my next step now that she’d regained consciousness.Do I want to reconcile with her? Do I want to antagonize her, or stay civil? Do I want to blame her like I blame Flavian?“Xiao, I-I…” I started, my tongue yielding deep into my mouth.“I…I do not know how to react. We did not exactly part with good terms, but we need her—them. I do not know what is the right thing to do.”Despite my retreating tongue and my stutters, he seemed to have understood my sentiments as his creased forehead smoothed, and he smiled—he smiled?“You must be conflicted, your Majesty. You desire to act emotionally as her friend, yet you know you came here as the Queen a

“Has she sent a reply yet?”Fenrir exhales loudly, frustrated, before shaking his head.“No,” he answers the anxious General.“If she’d already read our missive, she’s likely on her way back as we speak. She would not bother to write back.”General Liefeng nods in agreement, quietly praising Fenrir’s perfect assumption of the Queen’s personality.Among them that remained in the palace, he was put in charge and Liefeng could now see why. They seemed closer than everyone thought. Liefeng looked at Fenrir’s torch-illuminated back, who was preoccupied watching over the walls as they camped in the southern watchtower. The night was deep, yet they were yet to get a wink of sleep.It was not only them. The entire Capital is awake and anxiously awaiting the attack. It was all too predictable, yet their defense was anything but stable for this expected attack.“I sincerely wish our assumption is wrong,” Liefeng admits after a moment of silence. Fenrir’s eyes slightly shook, but he did not make

Fenrir was almost dozing off while standing, his arms crossed, when he smelled gunpowder. It was a faint smell, but he nevertheless caught wind of it after a breeze. His eyes flew open and immediately searched the source of the smell.There’s a revolution coming.When he found the nuzzles of canons at the edge of the forest, he gritted his teeth and yelled at the top of his lungs. His hot glare fixed on the canon.“Canon ball on the way! We’re under attack!”Soldiers jolted awake. His ears were filled with the sudden loudness of multiple heartbeats. He watched the canon get lit and waited for the first hit, the harbinger of a war that would go down in history. There was a sinking feeling and a sudden silence, watching the canon ball fly in the air, and eventually hit the wall. He felt the tremor brought by the impact.Just a minute ago, the morning was peaceful and quiet. The sunrise provided a warmth to relieve the coldness of the moon. And now chaos ensues; soldiers were running aro

By the time the sun reached the Capital and its enemies flew in, a lone wolf left amid the chaos. He leaped through the woods, stealthily, like he was merely a gust of air. By the time he reached the pack, he was catching his breath and worn out. Nevertheless, it was a new record for him—two hours.Abel was known to be a wolf who rode the wind and he remains to live up to his reputation.As soon as he reached the House, he rushed to his Alpha, hastily reporting, “The Capital is under attack. The Queen is yet to arrive after leaving last night, and only Fenrir is left to fend off the rebels.”He had been lurking in the Capital since news about the rebellion broke out. He filled Flavian in on every news he hears and has been duly acting as his spy; being the Alpha’s ears and eyes inside.“How many rebels did you say you saw?” he asks, distressed.“There were thousands of humans, vampires, and trolls as large as mountain boulders. If I may be bold, I’d say they’re larger than the Queen’s