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

Chapter 90: Jason's POVThe forest did not feel as it used to. It wasn’t the serene haven I had grown accustomed to, the one I had learned to trust and feel at home in. Now there was something wrong, a stillness to the trees, as though the trees were waiting, holding their breath, for something horrible to happen. It had an edge, there was a tension in the air that raised the hairs on the back of my neck. The silence was different — felt heavy, like the peace before a storm. Olivia’s attack by Orin had changed everything. What had been a glimmer of hope, that we could know peace, had in a second been extinguished. The dream we had held was broken, and all that remained was the cold, hard reality of what we faced.Olivia had just told Fiona about Olivia. The words had poured out in a rush, my voice trembling as I described a loss that plunged deeper than anything I’d ever experienced. Olivia had been our angel, the one who believed in peace, who had held us up fighting. With her depart

Chapter 92: Jason’s POVAs we neared Orin's lair, it felt like the air thickened around us. The forest was wild and thick, almost alive with anticipation, holding its breath, waiting for something. Every snap of a twig, every rustle of leaves ignited my nerves, and my skin prickled as if the earth beneath our feet was studying us, listening. We all knew this was not going to be easy. Orin had anticipated something of this order. He’d fortified his bunker, and his guards — they were the best of the worst. They were not simply guards; they were hunters.Fiona walked next to me, her expression the kind of unreadable mask of calm that might be carved into granite, but I could feel the tension in her, just below the surface. Maeve, in contrast, moved like a shadow — ever watchful, ever prepared. Her hand lay so lightly on her sword that it might not have been there. Fiona’s rogue followers flanked us behind, faces set in hard lines, jaws fixed tight. They weren’t here just for Olivia, for

Chapter 94: Jason’s POVThe cold steel came clashing, I could only smell the wide spread odor of metallic blades mixed with blood and sweat. "Everyone was trying to scale through alive from this battle." But if orin should scale through this time around, the human race will surely be wiped. So I had to make my moves. My whirlwind of thoughts was disrupted by a sword. “Stay close!” I called, my words scarcely rising above the ruckus surrounding us.Fiona didn’t look at me, didn’t respond, but I could feel her presence next to me, solid. She flowed as though she were one with the storm itself, each hit, each movement imbued with a feral resolve I had never imagined before. The power in her felt like it was swelling, rushing through her like an unquenchable river, and in that moment I understood — she was fighting like she had nothing left to lose. Her silver fur shone in the dim light, a flash of hope in the all-consuming darkness, and for a moment, I wondered if we could really pull

Chapter 96: Fiona’s POVThe sounds of celebration still ringing in his ears, howls of victory heaving on the wind, rustling the leaves in the trees. But inside me, it was quiet. The battle was won, Orin was dead and my people were safe — at least for now. But with the adrenaline faded, something else settled in. Of a kind of emptiness I was not used to feeling.I looked around, surveying the others, the faces of my warriors still alight with the excitement of the moment. Yet something in me was absent, something that had long been present. I couldn’t quite place it. Maybe it was the burden of it all — the fighting, the responsibility, or the knowledge that this victory didn’t come without its cost.Jason was standing slightly off to one side, away from the crowd. I saw his back and the tension in his shoulders, the weight of the battle not just upon him. I could sense that he wasn’t really there anymore, not the way he used to be. Lena was on his mind, which, fair. She was everything

Chapter 98: Ethan's POVHarsh rays of light poured into the Ashford estate from the surrounding forest, bright gold over the black-polished wooden floors. The house pulsed with life under the light, yet still in its stillness.Mother’s hands didn’t shake as she poured tea into the fragile porcelain cups, the tiny clink of the teapot bringing me into the now. Her silvery hair reflected the sun, making it almost diaphanous. She raised her head, her mouth folding into a proud, knowing smile. “I told you we would win,” she said quietly, her voice conveying that unbendable, impossible, only-she-can-lay-hands-on kind of belief. “They were unstoppable, Jason and Fiona … Jason and Fiona. Together, they had what they needed to take down Orin.”Father leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, and a rare light of relief softened his typically stern features. “Jason has more than earned his place as a leader,” he said, his voice low but strong, like a man proud but too wary to celebrate just yet. “