All Chapters of Howl of the unchosen: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter 99: Jason’s POVMorning light spilled over the Frostwood Kingdom, drenching the castle walls in gentle golds and fire-warmed oranges. For the first time in forever the crushing weight on my chest lifted. Orin was gone. The chaos, the destruction, the perpetual retribution that had haunted our lives — all of it had finally ceased. It was as if the world had been holding its breath with me, and now, it finally exhaled, and with it came a stillness I hadn’t felt in years.I stood silently on the balcony of our chambers, absorbing it all. Before my eyes was the endless land of Frostwood forests, their edge blurred with the morning mist, their rustle carried across the air by the wind. It wasn’t silence I was hearing — it was peace, the kind I had bled and fought for, the kind I was determined to preserve for the people I loved.A light touch on my arm jolted me out of my thoughts. I looked back to find Lena standing there, with her golden hair sparkling in the sunlight like thread

Chapter 101: Jason’s POVThe moon sat low in the sky, pale light throwing ghostly shadows across the Frostwood Palace grounds. Tonight didn’t feel right — a subtle but persistent unease I couldn’t quite put my finger on. The garden had been arranged for Lena to confront and some of her friends to bring solace, but while I believed in her strength, my intuition prompted me to registered stays.As the Alpha of the Frostwood pack, I’d learned to trust my gut. Battle after battle, even before the ambush, the epiphany hit me that peace was usually the precursor to chaos. And tonight, chaos had caught up with us again.A distant roar of energy cut through the night, breaking my trance. My wolf clamored into the light with protective rage louder than my own. Lena.The second she was gone, I switched back to human and rushed to Lena’s side. She was so pale, and we could barely hear her breath, and my heart seized to see her.“Lena,” I said urgently, kneeling beside her. "Are you okay? Did sh

Chapter 103: Fiona's POVThe instant that Jason’s image vanished from the charmed stone, I relayed my next steps had to precise and speedy. Mara Voss was no enemy we’d ever faced before—a sorceress who could challenge kingdoms. Hearing Lena had been attacked by her sent a chill through me, but it sparked a fire in my chest. I wouldn’t let her run amok unchecked, not when so much was at stake.I turned to Maeve, who was waiting patiently by the door of my study, and told her what Jason had said and everything Ethan said. “Mara Voss is a direct threat, Maeve,” I said, the urgency sharpening my voice. “We can’t sit back and wait for her to come out and strike. Please gather the rogue outcasts at once. Training begins at dawn.”Maeve looked for a moment as if that triggered a thought, but she nodded. “I’ll prepare them,” she said, calm but steely. “Do you think she’ll be coming for us next?”“It’s just a matter of when,” I confessed. “She has already demonstrated she is willing to attack

Chapter 105: Mara's POVThe flickering candlelight waltzed along the walls of my chamber as I stared out of the window, the moonlight kissing the outline of my body as if honouring its existence, as I dreamt about what was to come. I had a dream about a giant wooden, intricately carved table covered in battle maps, scrolls and very old books. Every item was a clue, a piece of the masterwork I was composing.Resting my hands on the lip of the table, I was trembling slightly, not out of fear or fatigue, but out of the sheer enormity of what I was about to do. The centuries weighed on my shoulders, the unrealized potential of the witches whose line I was from.I’m not sure it was just revenge that propelled me, though it simmered hot in my chest. No, it was far more: the reclamation of our kind. Witches had been the lords of the mystical arts, the weavers of destiny, the architects of balance. But now we were no more than whispers on the wind, our power drowned out by the savage force of

Chapter 107: Author's POVA wicked smile crossed Mara’s lips. So let them have their ill-gotten peace. It will be the first they ever have.Then, with a flare, she entered into the centre of the market square, her cloak flaring out behind her. It was like a shadow falling on a bright, happy place; a dark cloud coming to block the sun.The chatter nearly stopped on a dime. People turned, their eyes landing on the woman they did not recognize — hood pulled low, her face carved in icy determination. It smelled of change, something was in the air, a kind of vibration that the earth underfoot had suddenly gone soft. The market square fell silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.Mara lifted her arms in slow-motion, her fingers carving an elaborate pattern through the air. This had been years in the making, years where she pored over forgotten spells, plumbed the vast shadowy recesses of the power that had once been wielded by the witches of old. Her movements were seamless, wi