All Chapters of Howl of the unchosen: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 60: Author's POVThe night was heavy and thick, darker than most. The moon was obscured behind a thick veil of clouds, allowing the forest to, instead, wallow in disquieted silence. It wasn’t just the kind of silence that settled over the land; it seeped into your skin, every nerve tensed in anticipation of something yet to arrive. And standing there, at the edge of the trees, was Orin. He was a silhouette in the shadows, but his presence whispered itself to the very air around him, and became impossible to avoid and impossible to dispute. He was unlike anyone else — no, there was something about him that didn’t just demand attention; it pulled it out of you, kicking and screaming. But it didn’t have to be loud or boastful; power radiated from him. It was a quiet, evanescent thing that crawled its way into the marrow of the human beings who were close enough to touch it to feel it: a wordless threat that you couldn’t exactly name yet knew existed.Orin’s hand shot up and his f

Chapter 62: Orin’s POVCold wind scrabbled at my skin, and I stood at the edge of the Arctic wilderness, gazing into the distance. Before me, an endless sprawl of snow in a cruel landscape of my pack’s ancestral land—of my kind for eons past. Here, in the wilderness, where humanity had not tread for centuries, was sacred ground to the wolves. It had belonged to us long before humans ever thought to lay claim.But now, their stink hung in the air — faint, but impossible to miss. Flickering through the blizzard was the distant silhouette of a human camp, its light a blasphemy against everything this land stood for. Anger simmered as I clenched my jaw.This wasn’t a mistake. They had intentionally come here. They had the audacity to cross over the line my ancestors put down in the frozen ground. They had no claim on the Arctic. It was not only land — it was our strength, our freedom, our power. The humans were intruding on something sacred, and I would make them pay.“They think they can

Chapter 64 : Jason's POVHowling echoed through the dense trees of the Arctic, a seemingly endless rhythm that now reverberated comfortably, dangerously. It was the pause between the sounds that felt wrong, as though every fibre of the world was holding its breath until something happened. The frost hanging on the trees sparkled in the thin moonlight, shadows flickering with life as I moved between the branches. The gravity of what had happened, of what I had done, lingered over me like a storm cloud I couldn’t get rid of.Fiona was gone, but I hadn’t really lost her, not yet. The thought chewed on me with razor teeth. I wanted to have faith that somehow things could return to the normal we once knew, but I knew better. Fiona was different now. She was not the girl I had been betrothed to, nor the beloved I had left heartbroken. She was something else now, something stronger than who she had been.I stopped, standing firm against the cruel wind, my breath steaming in the churlish nig

Chapter 66 - Fiona's POVThere was a tension in the air, a physical sensation. With each thud of my bass, I felt like I was carrying the burden of everything that had happened on my back. Orin Blackclaw was still out there, and building his rogue army, and I was going to need everyone we had — humans and werewolves, outcasts and anyone else willing to fight him.Maeve walked alongside me, soft footfall, intense intent. She didn’t say much, but the force of her presence was like a punch. She was now my constant — my closest ally. She was a powerhouse in her own right, despite once being a spit in the Ashford pack. Her devotion to me, and to the cause we embodied, was unfailing."Are you ready for this?" Maeve’s voice was a whisper, almost inaudible.I looked past her shoulder, my heart aflutter. I didn’t know if I was ready. But I wasn’t going to let fear control me. "We don’t have a choice. Orin is dangerous, and we’re the only ones who can stop him. If we lose everything we’ve fought

Chapter 68 - Jason's POVAnd there was nothing but the wind rustling in the trees and the distant moans of the wounded. What the air smelled of was blood, the must and rot of crunched leaves and earth. My heart still thrummed in my chest, adrenaline surged in my veins, but all that mattered was Fiona.Out of her blood covered fur and skin panting, standing over Orin's corpse. She held his look, no longer the frightened girl I had found but a leader — one who had fought with everything she had. I’d watched her wrestle and doubt herself, and now … I watched something different. Strength. And something more. A quiet grief.I took a step toward her, my legs leaden, made of rock. I hurt everywhere from the fight, from the bruises, the cuts that covered me, but nothing mattered anymore. Not when she was there, triumphant, but shattered in a way I didn’t know yet.“Fiona,” I shouted, my voice low from from the internal struggle I felt.Listen to me. The challenge of meeting her gaze, her eye