All Chapters of The HIDDENS: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The morning sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains of our bedroom, bathing everything in a warm golden glow. I blinked against the light, my body still tangled with Jake’s beneath the sheets. His strong arm was draped protectively over my waist, and I could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing against my back.For once, the world outside felt quiet, like the chaos of the pack had taken a pause. It was a fragile peace, but I clung to it like a lifeline.“Good morning,” Jake’s voice rumbled, low and husky from sleep.I smiled, turning to face him. His dark hair was messy, his eyes still heavy-lidded, but the way he looked at me made my heart skip a beat.“Good morning,” I whispered back, brushing my fingers along his jawline.He caught my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm before pinning me beneath him in one fluid motion. I laughed softly, but the sound quickly turned into a gasp as his lips found my neck.“Someone’s in a good mood,” I teased, though my body betrayed me, arching

The chill in the air greeted me before I even opened my eyes. The room was cold, the kind of cold that seeped into your bones and refused to leave. It was the third day since Jake had left, and the emptiness beside me in bed was a cruel reminder of his absence. I pulled the blanket tighter around myself, trying to ward off not just the cold, but the creeping dread that had taken root in my chest. Where are you, Jake? The pack house seemed quieter than usual, as if everyone was holding their breath. I forced myself out of bed, wrapping a shawl around my shoulders before heading downstairs. The hallway was empty, save for the occasional creak of the old floorboards beneath my feet. I was pouring myself a cup of tea in the kitchen when the door swung open, and Fatima stepped inside, her face pale and drawn. “You didn’t sleep, did you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as she took in my disheveled appearance. I shook my head. “I can’t. Every time I close my eyes, I think of Jake ou

The howl of the wind outside matched the storm raging in my heart. It was the fourth day without Jake. Every creak of the pack house, every movement in the shadows had me jumping. My nerves were frayed. Each second that passed without news of him only worsened the knot in my chest. I tried distracting myself by pouring over the research Fatima and I had uncovered. Deformed wolves, hidden pups, monstrous killers—it felt like something out of a nightmare. But this nightmare was all too real. I had to keep my mind occupied, or the fear would consume me. The sound of hurried footsteps and muffled voices snapped me out of my thoughts. My heart lurched as I rushed out of my room, my bare feet skidding on the wooden floor. Fatima was already halfway down the stairs, her face pale. “What’s going on?” I asked, panic lacing my voice. “It’s Jake,” she said, her voice trembling. “He’s back, Prisca. But he’s hurt.” I didn’t wait for her to say more. My legs moved on instinct, carrying me

The morning started like any other, though the tension in the air was impossible to ignore. The pack was quiet, more subdued than usual. The days of carefree chatter and laughter seemed like a distant memory now. Jake had already left by the time I woke up, and the space beside me in bed was cold. I reached out, brushing my fingers across the empty sheets, a pang of longing coursing through me. It was a familiar feeling these days—missing Jake even when he was close. Pushing the thoughts aside, I dressed quickly and made my way downstairs. The sound of hammering and the rhythmic thud of tools echoed through the pack house. The men were hard at work building the wall Jake and I had agreed upon, a temporary solution until we could deal with the creature once and for all. When I stepped outside, I found Jake standing near the construction site, giving orders. He was clad in a black T-shirt and jeans, his posture commanding. He had that look in his eyes, the one that said he was car

The air was thick with tension as the pack gathered near the edge of the forest. Jake stood at the center of the group, his presence commanding and his voice firm as he went over the plan one last time. The creature had been spotted near the river that cut through the woods, and this time, we were prepared.Or at least, we thought we were.I stood to the side, my heart hammering in my chest. The spell I had been perfecting for the past week buzzed in my mind, ready to be unleashed. This time, I wouldn’t just stand on the sidelines. I was going to help.Fatima stood next to me, her expression a mix of determination and worry. “You sure you’re ready for this?” she asked, her voice low.I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “I have to be.”Jake caught my eye from across the clearing, his expression softening for just a moment. He gave me a small nod, and I felt a surge of courage.The plan was simple, at least on paper. The warriors would herd the creature into a trap we’d set near