All Chapters of The HIDDENS: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

PRISCA’S POVThe familiar sight of the pack’s territory came into view just as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the fields and treetops. The tension in my chest eased slightly at the sight of home, but it didn’t last long. The air was heavy with unease, and the guards at the perimeter carried a nervous energy, their eyes scanning the forest for threats that might already be too close.Jake carried me most of the way back, despite my protests. My strength was slowly returning, but he refused to hear any argument. His arms were like iron bands around me, and while his touch usually brought me comfort, I could sense his fear.“You’re still too weak,” he murmured when I tried to stand. “Let me take care of you for once.”I didn’t have the energy to argue. I rested my head against his shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my cheek.Once inside the safety of the main house, Jake set me down gently on the couch in the living room. The r

The morning air felt thick with questions. Despite the beauty of the sunrise spreading its golden light across the pack lands, my thoughts were clouded with doubts and a lingering unease. Esther’s voice still echoed in my mind from the night before, her cryptic warnings clinging to my thoughts like cobwebs. I needed answers, and I knew exactly where to start. “Althea,” I called out as I entered the room we had turned into our makeshift study. She was already there, flipping through one of her many ancient grimoires, a cup of steaming tea in her hand. She looked up at me, her dark curls framing her face. “Good morning, Prisca. You look…” Her brows furrowed as she studied me closer. “Troubled. Did something happen?” I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I was ready to share what I had seen. But this was Althea—my sister, my confidante. If anyone could help me make sense of this, it was her. “I had another vision,” I admitted, sitting down across from her. Althea set her tea as

The morning sunlight filtered through the window, its warmth brushing against my face and coaxing me awake. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, there was no immediate sense of danger or urgency. No looming battles, no visions of destruction. Just the quiet hum of a pack going about its day.I stretched lazily, letting the sheets fall away, and swung my feet onto the floor. The wooden boards were cool against my skin, grounding me in the here and now.The cabin smelled of freshly baked bread, the warm, yeasty aroma drifting in from the kitchen. Jake must have already been up for hours. The man had an infuriating habit of waking before dawn, but I didn’t mind. It meant I always had something delicious to look forward to when I finally crawled out of bed.I threw on a simple cotton dress, tying my hair into a loose braid as I made my way to the kitchen. Jake was standing by the stove, his broad back turned to me as he flipped pancakes with a practiced ease. He was wearing a

The morning air was crisp, the scent of pine and dew swirling around me as I stepped out onto the porch. My heart was a tangle of emotions—joy, nervousness, and a hint of fear—all stemming from the life growing inside me. I rested a hand on my stomach, my lips curving into a soft smile. Today was the day. I’d tell Jake about the baby. He deserved to know. He had always been my anchor, my protector, and the love of my life. And now, we were starting a new chapter, one that would bind us even more closely together. As I turned back toward the cabin, I heard the faint murmur of voices in the distance. Jake’s voice was unmistakable, firm and commanding as he spoke to one of his pack members. Curious, I followed the sound, only to find Jake and several others gathered near the training grounds. ---“What’s going on?” I asked, approaching the group. Jake turned to me, his golden eyes softening when they met mine. “We’ve had reports of some strange activity near the northern border

The morning started with a craving so bizarre it left me staring at the contents of my fridge in utter confusion. Pickles, peanut butter, and... raw steak? I blinked at the combination in my hands, shaking my head as if that would fix my brain. "What is wrong with me?" I muttered, setting the steak back and eyeing the peanut butter jar suspiciously. My stomach growled defiantly, and before I could stop myself, I was dipping a pickle into the peanut butter and taking a big bite. It wasn’t bad. Okay, it was disgusting, but my body apparently didn’t care because I went back for a second bite. Jake walked in just as I was mid-bite, the jar of peanut butter balanced precariously on the edge of the counter. He froze in the doorway, his eyes darting between the pickle in my hand and the jar. “Is that... what I think it is?” he asked, his tone a mix of horror and amusement. I swallowed quickly, my cheeks heating. “Don’t judge me.” Jake raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “I’m