All Chapters of Howl of the unchosen: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 109: Mara's POVThe night was heavy with anticipation, the moon low in the sky like a mute witness to the coming chaos. Mara traversed the forest, each careful step as measured as her next breath. Fiona now was her reflection in the mirror, and with her disguise set, it was time for the next part; entering Ashford Pack territory.The rustle themselves, hundreds of voices in leaf, passed. Every rustle in the underbrush, every call of a bird, every dragonfly or fleck of air that shifted against her skin was a thread in the intricate web of magic Mara had spun around herself. It was like magic swirling through her veins, a tingling sensation brushing at the back of her mind that reminded her how powerful she had grown. No longer the weak witch who had struggled to make a name for herself in the world of werewolves and humans. No, now she was someone to watch out for — an imposter, a shapeshifter, a plotting genius just biding her time.The darkened woods were silent, peaceful eve

Chapter 111: Mara’s POVI brushed my fingers along the scuffed surface of Fiona’s desk, the sweet herbal scent of lavender and chamomile perfuming her quarters. It felt just so… perfect about this space. Too perfect. Fiona’s careful touch, her hard-won warmth, her tireless love for this — their — pack, it was all as sickening as it was effective.The Ashford Pack adored her. Revered her. Every smile, every look of approval was greeted with such blind, pathetic devotion. It was almost amusing how readily they accepted me in her place, their Alpha who was so strong but gentle. I imitated her voice, her gestures, her mannerisms, and not a single one of them suspected anything.”For a lifelong outcast, I’d be lying if I said their adoration didn’t feel sweet. Welcomed, respected, wanted — for so long, it was something I’d only fantasized about. Power had always been my curse. The witches were hunted, hated and driven into shadows. My family was portrayed as traitors, our magic causing eve

Chapter 113: Fiona’s POVEverything in the forest had a life of its own; the breeze rustling the leaves and probably having a conversation of its own; the crickets never stinging still to voice their presence and every other moment the long-measured howl of a wolf that shivered down my spine. It was calm, yes, but not the kind of calm that comforts you. No, this was the kind of quiet where something seemed fishy, like the forest itself was holding its breath.I waited at the edge of the rogues’ training grounds, arms folded tightly across my chest, watching Maeve spar with one of the younger recruits. She was working with the thunderstorm — graceful and deadly. Her silver hair shone in the sunlight, the bright color catching the light every time she turned or crouched, which was not unlike the poor lad she was in training with. He was dirty, struggling to breathe as her blows fell on him. But he was clearly outmatched. Maeve did not give him an inch, honestly I didn’t know if she was

Chapter 115: Fiona’s POVThe call with Ethan played in a loop in my brain, like a record that had skipped and wouldn’t stop skipping. The more I thought about it, the louder every word got. Someone was out there, wandering through my life, wearing my name, my face — living as me. It was not only unsettling; it sent a chill deep, deep into my bones. That thought clung to me like a second skin, cold and suffocating.Mara. She’d gone too far this time. Way too far.I sat by the fire, gazing into the dancing flames, but the heat did not comfort me. It was a jumble of hazy thoughts and fears I was afraid to voice. Next to me, Maeve quietly packed our things with an efficiency that was almost reassuring. She always knew what to do when the rest of the world seemed to be spinning out of control. Her calm steadiness kept me grounded when I felt like I was falling apart.“Maeve,” I said suddenly, shattering the leaden silence. My voice sounded odd even to me — hoarse and choppy, like it didn’t

Chapter 117: Fiona’s POVI wasn’t surprised.As soon as I arrived at the estate I felt her—dark, intrusive energy that didn’t belong. It made me creast, and boiled my blood that Mara walked through my house pretending to be me.It didn’t surprise me that Maeve, standing next to me, noticed the obvious: “She’s going to tell Ethan she’s the real you.”I grinned grimly, clenching the enchanted stone in my fist. “Let her try. Ethan will see through it.”Maeve arched an eyebrow, her faith in Ethan not as solid as mine. “You have a remarkably steady disposition if you’re being impersonated.”“Calm?” I scoffed. “I’m furious. But this is not the moment to hit the panic button. I have to catch her something that nobody can dispute.”Maeve crossed her arms with a twinkle in her eyes. “What’s the plan?”I raised my hand, allowing a small flame to dance on my palm. Waves come in, back out, suck it all back down for another run. “I will call upon elemental fire and bring her true face to light. Ma