All Chapters of CLAIMING HAILEY : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

HAILEY The moon shone brightly overhead, casting a glittering gleam across the pack's grounds. My tense nerves were calmed by the chilly night and the pleasant aroma of dirt and pine. Despite the calm exterior, my heart was pounding with restless intensity. There was an impending storm that I could barely comprehend, yet it was unavoidable. I was staring out over the grounds below from the balcony of the Alpha house. As spies patrolled the outskirts and warriors trained well into the night, the pack was a hive of activity. They kept a close eye out for the unknown threat that appeared to loom just beyond the darkness. A gentle tap on the door interrupted my slumber. "Please come in. The door opened, and Isaiah entered, his face looking down; his past, particularly his relationship with Selene, weighed heavily on him even if he had shown himself to be a valued ally. "Hailey," he said, his voice tentative and low. "We need to talk." I folded my arms across my chest as I turned to face

AARONA dark reddish light gleamed off my wrist chains, and flames incinerated through me in torture. Yet I refuse to scream, mumble or show any weakness that'd make me even more of a target to him. Beneath me, the runes on the stone altar pounded with evil force, crushing not just my talent but my wolf's soul as well, Hades. Hades howled out, his voice strained but unyielding, "You have to wait." She's coming. We'll be found by Hailey. But with the passing of the hours, my faith started to fade. Despite Hailey's pack being powerful, this was Azure. He possessed old power and cunning tricks. His presence was as suffocating as the chains on me, and as he strode ahead of me, the shadows in the room seemed to whisper his name. "Your time is being wasted," I curse at him. "Go hang yourself on a rope, everything will work out fine." My throat hurt when I spat. Azure sneered just as cruelly as the rest of him turned his icy, calculating eyes on me. "Will it? Or are you simply too blind to r

HAILEY The air was still heavy with the suffocating tension of Azure's abrupt presence. After we hurriedly packed up the picnic and hustled everyone back to the packhouse, the children were situated in their dormitories. The uneasiness, however, stuck to me like a second skin. I was pacing Alpha's office with a lot of thoughts and anxieties running through my head. Ryan's sharp eyes followed me as he leaned on the desk with his arms folded. His voice did seem to steady me. "Hailey," he stated firmly. "You need to sit down and breathe." "I can't," was my brusque, non-malignant reply. "He approached our kids. Do you know what this means? He came at our kids without anyone being able to stop him; what can't he do at this point?..... "Breathe Hailey" Ryan pulls me to him and continuously soothingly rubs my back to calm me. "It means he's trying to rattle us. And it's working." I finally exhaled, my hands shaking as I balled them into fists. "We have to do something. We can't just wait

ISAIAH The night was eerily quiet as I sat in the packhouse meditation room. Deep breathing couldn't alleviate the heavy tension in the air, and I could feel something coming—not just the uneasiness that persisted after Azure's unexpected appearance earlier that evening, but something deeper, more ancient, and it gnawed at the edges of my mind. I closed my eyes and focused, allowing the bond I shared with the moon to guide me. My visions had been getting stronger lately, vivid and unrelenting, and frequently left me with more questions than answers, but they were still very valuable.The world around me started to fade as my breathing slowed, and the familiar smell of the packhouse gave way to the sharp tang of sulphur and ash. When my eyes opened again, I was no longer in the packhouse, but rather in a desolate landscape, with the ground cracked and scorched as if it had been ravaged by a great fire, smoke filling the air, and a dark, oppressive sky swirling with menacing clouds. I

ISAIAHThe candles cast dramatic shadows across the walls of the half-lit room. The burden of what had transpired lay upon my shoulders as I sat cross-legged on the floor. Signs of something bigger occurring were Azure's perpetual menace, the presence of the Dragon Lord, and the unbalance building in the supernatural realm. I closed my eyes and turned to the holy strands which tended to spin themselves into my head for solace and counsel. The visions, a double-edged legacy of generations had always come unsought. Tonight, I needed them. The air was heavy with supernatural presence as the room grew quiet. My breathing was slow, and the Packhouse grew quiet. Then it started. The Viewpoint A soft, otherworldly light descended upon me as I stood in a vast, endless expanse. Gold, silver, and emerald were the three roads that glowed dimly before me. There was a figure at the terminus of each road. The first was a tall, dragon with fluid fire-like golden scales. Its sharp eyes were fixed on