All Chapters of Howl of the unchosen: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 2Jason's POV I strolled into Frostwood territory, my home. The crate weighed heavily on my shoulder, contrasting with the lightheartedness lingering from my almost-date with Fiona. I shrouded it in mist to avoid drawing attention. I didn't want anyone staring.There was always something refreshing about Frostwood, a charm layered by the humans’ strange touches. I chuckled to myself—humans were so extravagant!With elaborate, multi-storeyed buildings, brightly painted doors, intricate carvings on their walls, and decorations meant to add “warmth” to the biting cold, it was ridiculous!It was impossible, but the werewolves had adapted, taking on the humans’ way of life bit by bit. Frostwood’s buildings were taller, and vainly decorated, far different from how it had been before and a testament to how deeply humans have influenced us. My own people had picked up their habits, woven human touches into our timeless traditions, until the line between our two worlds was nearly inv

**Chapter 4: Fiona's POV** "A Night to My Big Day" As the sun rose over Ashford's elegant estate, joyful anticipation filled the air. The fragrance of fresh flowers mingled with the aroma of baking pastries and the hum of activity. Laughter and the sound of last-minute preparations echoed through the halls as the estate buzzed with life. I stood by the grand windows, gazing at the flurry of activity outside. Cars pulled in and out, delivering decorations and guests. The estate, lined floor-to-ceiling with festive decor, felt alive with energy. A soft beep from my phone drew me away. I picked it up, my curiosity giving way to confusion as I scrolled through the messages. The words blurred, but one phrase seared into my mind: "Jason Frostwood affair!" My breath caught, and the room began to spin. Jason—my loving fiancé, my childhood companion. This couldn't be true. I had to know more. Summoning Maeve, my closest confidante, I paced the room until she arrived. Her grey skirt and l

Chapter 6, Jason's POVI walked into the large wedding hall feeling very small myself, just because of its size. My confidence reduced a little when I saw how many people kept moving around and especially when I noticed that a couple of them had their eyes on me. Yes, of course, Dad didn't want anything to go wrong, so he naturally sent some people to make sure that I didn't carry out any crazy ideas.I felt super annoyed to be monitored closely by them but decided that it was probably for the best. The time I spent locked up in my room until today was enough time for me to think about everything in depth, and now I was pretty sure that he was right. I needed to do what was required of me. That was the way things worked, the honorable way to go.I knew all the laws of the land and I also had all the unwritten laws memorized. It was one thing if I decided to break the betrothal and reject my mate that had been picked for me since I was a boy, but it was another thing entirely if I want

Chapter 8, Fiona's POVI let all the doubts wash away as the preparations were being made to perfection. The day was here already, and the time was just a couple of minutes away. I was in the bride's room with my bridesmaid, Maeve, who was still at work making me pretty. Honestly, did that never end? All the things she had said, all the rumors were still at the back of my mind, but I hid them from my physical appearance, blocking them behind the facade of a smile. The truth would come out in the end, but I was already confident that they were all just rumors. Jason loved me more than anything in the world. He had confessed it over and over again, about a million times now, and he wasn't the kind of person to go back on his words. He wasn't the kind of person to break his promise to me. I knew how much he wouldn't want to disappoint me, and I had seen the desire in his eyes when he looked at me. He was going to go through with this, so I didn't have to worry about anything. I woke up

# Chapter 10: Fiona's POV"I know that this is completely unexpected, but trust me, it's as surprising to me as it is to you," he said slowly, looking apologetic; all the fiery demands from before seemed to be gone, but that didn't do anything to assuage the rage fueling me from within and threatening to erupt at any moment.If only my strength were back, but it wasn't. I still felt weak from the betrayal, still felt utterly wounded and shattered to pieces inside. I knew that if anybody talked to me about it at that moment, I wouldn't shout or fight, no. Instead, I would simply cry, and that was pathetic. I needed to be strong. He had done this to me, and it was none of my fault.This was completely unexpected like Marcus was saying, but it didn't mean I should be a baby about it. If anything, I should pick myself up and teach him a lesson. He couldn't just mess with me like that. Even as I was still thinking about it, a tear dropped from my eyes, and all my supposed bravado immediate