Semua Bab Fated to the Broken Rogue: Bab 91 - Bab 98

Damien."You did the right thing."I stared at the cabin, its wood soaked in the first light of dawn. The healer was already shuffling toward Fiona car... which was completely repaired now, his silver braid swaying, his bag of tools slung casually over one shoulder.Behind him, my mother stood with her arms crossed, her face closed off.Were they dating? Was she his assistant or something? Was this where she had been all those years?There were too many questions swirling around my head this morning."You'll be travelling without me," she said to me, her voice like cold steel.The relief I felt was sharp and immediate, though I buried it deep down. She wasn't really talking to me, and it would be stupid to show that her words affected me. So, I schooled my expression into one of indifference and nodded as if her absence didn't matter.But it did.She wouldn't be coming with us. She wouldn't be around to ignore me, to pretend I didn't exist. She wouldn't be available for my questions

Elliot.The cabin felt colder without Damien here.None of his sparky personality, sarcastic comments, or even the smell of his wonderful home made cooking.On the day he left, I blinked awake, expecting to feel his warmth pressed against my back, the steady rise and fall of his breathing acting like an anchor against the dark cloud in my mind. But the couch was empty, the sheets already cool where Damien should have been.And my whole body ached because I slept on a couch.The hollow silence, though, was enough to make my stomach twist. It wasn't like Damien to leave me without a word.I forced myself upright, brushing tangled hair from my face as my eyes swept the dimly lit room. The cabin was still... the kind of quiet that didn't feel peaceful, only wrong.And then I saw it.And then he saw it. A folded piece of paper on the kitchen counter.No.My pulse quicked, a sinking weight pressing down on my chest as I snatched it up. The paper felt rough under my fingers, creased like it

Elliot.My mom always told me to be weary of strangers. A rule I followed for the majority of my life because most strangers were out of actually get you.Until I met Damien in those woods.Now, I wander deeply into the woods while my heart ached badly against my chest with a man I knew nothing about.The forest stretched endlessly, shadows tangled in the branches above, the damp earth soft beneath my bare feet. I didn't know how long I'd been walking... only that the ache inside me hadn't stopped since I walked out of spying on Damien.It wasn’t just pain. It was hunger. A gnawing, hollow ache tearing through my insides, growing sharper with every step. My body felt... starved. My mind? Fractured. The wolf within paced restlessly, its presence like claws scraping against the edges of my mind, waiting for me to break."You can't be with him," the voice whispered again. Because it couldn't keep shut for even a minute.My hands curled into fists. "Shut the fuck up," I thought bitterl

Damien."It doesn't even matter..."I tilted my head back, the glass of orange juice halfway to my lips when the sound pierced the quiet night.A howl. It wasn't just any howl. The haunting echo came from the direction of the woods, sharper than I've ever heard, and it thrummed through my bones. My wolf stirred instantly, a tremor of recognition vibrating through his entire being.The bond. Crash.Shit.The glass had slipped from my trembling fingers and shattered against the wooden porch. Glass shards sparkled in the moonlight as the juice seeped into the cracks between the planks, but I barely noticed that.That bond that chained Elliot and I was pulsing again, undeniably stronger than it had been in the past few days.He was okay."Damien?" Fiona’s voice broke the moment. She was still seated, her own cup untouched in her hands. Those green eyes narrowed at me with concern. "What's wrong?"That wasn't a question I had time to answer because I had already risen to my feet, lis