All Chapters of Howl of the unchosen: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41: Lena's POVAfter I was untied, The pain in my body was overwhelming, but there was something more pressing on my mind. Something that made my heart race in a way that made everything else feel distant. I thought Lena and Ethan hated me and according to what the rogue wolves master said; they brought this situation upon me.So why did they come to my rescue?I wanted to say something, but my mouth felt dry, my body weak. I could barely move, and every part of me screamed in protest when I tried. But then, I heard the voice. It was so familiar— the same voice I heard on Jason's proposed wedding day. "Lena," the voice said softly, but with authority. "Lena, you're safe. You're with me now."Fiona.— I knew it. I turned my head toward the voice, my eyes struggling to focus. She was there, kneeling beside me, her gaze intense, but filled with something else—concern, maybe even relief. She was watching me closely, examining me, her fingers gently brushing over my skin. I winced

Chapter 43, Fiona's POV We made our way out of the woods and back to the Ashford territory within a couple of hours. All the while, I was lost in thoughts, and we were all silent. The group felt heavy, even after the massive victory we had over the large amount of rogue wolves that we had fought. It was indeed an epic battle, but the victory didn't feel like victory at all, not with all of us brooding like we had lost a child or something. I glanced at Maeve, finally coming out of my own thoughts. I had been thinking, and now I was sure of myself. I wasn't going to stay, not anymore. I couldn't keep on living in Jason's shadow, and just like I had contemplated previously, I would have to leave and start something by myself. Also, my brother had his place here, but I was the only person that didn't. It just couldn't continue the way it was right now. I needed a path for myself, or I would never feel redemption after what I had done to Lena, even though she had forgiven me already. "W

Chapter 45: Fiona's POVI watched their passionate reunion with a broken heart and bleeding eyes. It was perfect, but what was so devastating about it was how similar it was to what I had experienced in my time. I remembered that look—the one he gave her now was exactly how he used to look at me.This smell they shared with each other was something I had grown used to, something that I didn't know if I could ever get used to living without. My heart ached for Jason, even after all he had done to me, all the pain he had caused. He was a bitch, I knew—a son of a bitch for all that. But that didn't change the way I felt about him. The pure, unrequited love I had was now tearing me apart from the inside."Move on," something told me in my mind. What was the problem? I just couldn't find the courage in me to do anything else. But I knew I needed to stop pining over him the way I was now. It wasn't ever going to work out—there was no chance at all. So I might as well figure out a solution b

Chapter 47: Jason’s POV Even though the sun hung high in the sky, bright and blinding, the day felt colder than it should’ve. Maybe it was the weather but I sensed it was something larger, something darker — a storm brewing in me, pulling me in different ways. Anger, confusion, the need to protect Lena… and that burning, raw desire for answers. I couldn’t stop the feeling that something had been stolen from me, something I could never get back. Lena’s hand gripped mine as we headed to the waiting SUV. Her grip was light, but I could sense her trying to quiet me, to center me. Instead, the way she gripped my hand every few steps — it was an assurance. But to be frank, it only reminded me how close I had been to losing her. I still felt a gnawing fear, when they took her the fear I had when they took her still nagged at me, a constant thrill of ache in my chest. I stole a glance at her weary face. She hadn’t spoken much since last night. Her silence hung between us like a shadow, but

Chapter 49: Lena’s POV I stepped away to the second sitting room; I shouldn't be doing this tho but seeing those two packs fight was.. I just needed to see the pack house of the Ashford’s now. I had heard legends — whispers of its lofty majesty, of how it stood as the very manifestation of everything the Ashford family epitomized: power, wealth, domination. But I was not ready for the weight of that when I entered the sitting room through those huge double doors. Ceilings that soared away into the heavens, like there was no end to the majesty of the place. Everything I walked by felt so carefully arranged, so … pricey. The chandelier overhead was enormous — every crystal twinkling like little stars in the sky, so brightly that it hurt my eyes a little. Portraits of the sour-faced Ashfords hung on the walls: eyes that never blinked, eyes that always judged, eyes that always waited for someone to fail, to disappoint. Their eyes followed me as I moved farther into the room, and it