All Chapters of Feral Secret : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The clearing is bathed in the soft, muted light of dawn as Lukas, Callum, and I stand together, the heavy air of conflict slowly lifting. The intense confrontation has left its mark, but there’s a palpable shift—a dawning realization that the darkness that has consumed us for so long is beginning to recede. Lukas, his fur signed and matted from the battle, stands with a heavy expression. The weight of his past decisions hangs around him like a shroud. Despite the tension that has defined our recent days, there is a glimmer of redemption in his eyes. He’s come full circle, from a troubled figure driven by pain to a man fighting for a cause greater than himself. “I never thought it would end like this,” Lukas says quietly, his voice carrying the weight of his journey. “But here we are, standing on the edge of something new. I’ve made mistakes—so many mistakes. But I’m ready to make things right.”Callum, though still worn from the conflict, nods in solemn agreement. “We all have our d

Luke’s expression shifts from relaxed to alert. “What kind of disturbance?”“The scout didn’t give many details,” the scout replies. “But it’s something we need to check out immediately.”Luke and I exchange a worried glance. “We’ll go with you,” I say. “We want to know what’s happening.”The scout nods, leading us towards the edge of the camp. The sense of peace we’d been savoring is quickly replaced by a renewed sense of urgency. As we approach the perimeter, the tension is palpable, and the once-calm night air feels charged with anticipation.The disturbance is more than just a minor issue. As we reach the edge of the camp, we find a group of figures gathered, their expressions filled with concern. It becomes clear that the threat is more significant than we initially thought.“What’s going on?” Luke asks, his voice firm and commanding.“We’ve spotted a group of unfamiliar individuals near the border,” one of the pack members explains. “They’re not from our pack, and they’re acting

The moon hangs high over the town as I watch the soft flicker of the flames from the bonfire, casting shadows across the faces of the people gathered around. It’s surreal to be here, sitting amongst the pack and the townspeople, no longer on guard for danger but sharing laughter and stories, like nothing ever happened. But we’re not the same people who sat by a fire before all this began. We’ve been changed, hardened by the battles we’ve fought—some of us physically, all of us emotionally.Cheryl is sitting close to me, her body leaning into mine like it belongs there. Her warmth, her presence, it feels like home in a way I can’t describe. My arm is draped over her shoulders, keeping her anchored to me, but I don’t think she’s going anywhere. Not after everything we’ve been through. It’s a funny thing—this bond we have. When everything was chaotic, it was easy to rely on the connection between us. But now, now that the danger has passed, we’re left with something real, something that

Callum and Raina’s relationship is healing, too, though it’s a slower process. They’ve been spending more time together, talking quietly when they think no one is watching. Callum’s still wary—still hurting—but I can see the way he looks at her, the way his walls are slowly coming down.Raina knows that Callum needs time. She knows she can’t undo what’s been done, can’t erase the mistakes she made when she got involved with the hunters. But the way she moves around him now, careful but committed, shows how much she’s trying to make up for it. She never pushes too hard, never demands more than he can give, but she’s always there—steady, like a rock in the middle of a river. I respect that about her, even after everything that happened.Callum, though still guarded, is beginning to soften. It’s in the small things—the way he’ll linger when she talks to him, or how his eyes follow her when she’s near. I’ve known him for most of my life, and I can see the cracks forming in the wall he’s b

The evening air is cool as it wraps around us, the early signs of autumn bringing a chill that makes me snuggle deeper into Luke’s embrace. His arms are warm and strong, holding me close as we stand on the porch of the pack house. The house itself is almost fully rebuilt now, the scaffolding mostly gone, the fresh wood standing proudly where the old had been torn away. It feels like a symbol of our own lives—patched together, but stronger than ever.I’m still riding the high of my first day at the Aviation College. The reality of it is finally sinking in. I’m really doing this. I’m going to become a pilot, something I’ve dreamed about for as long as I can remember. It feels surreal, like a part of me still doesn’t believe it’s possible. But Luke does. He’s believed in me all along.“How does it feel?” he asks, his voice soft as he rests his chin on top of my head.“Better than I could’ve imagined,” I murmur, closing my eyes and letting myself sink into the warmth of him. “I was so ner