All Chapters of WEREWOLVES MAY CRY : Chapter 21
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Chapter 21 - The Beta's Gambit
### Chapter Twenty-One – The Beta’s Gambit ###(Phele's POV)The great hall had emptied, but its echo clung to the stones like smoke. Wolves had scattered to do their Alpha’s bidding, their howls still fading into the night.Lord Pheles stood alone in the vastly huge chamber, staring at the throne his brother had just abandoned. The iron and bone loomed in the dim torchlight, a grim reminder of the power it symbolized.He held his hands firmly behind his back, And his mind wasn't anything but calm.Amark had felt it. He had felt Bryan.Pheles shut his eyes for a moment, drawing in a slow breath. Memories surged like a tide—the day he had smuggled Bruno away, the boy’s terrified eyes, his weak body trembling until the wolf within finally awoke. The secret years of raising him in shadow, teaching him, protecting him.But Bryan, Bryan had slipped through his fingers. He had searched for him, scoured whispers in the mortal cities, but found nothing but the ghost of Samantha’s bloodline. U
Chapter 22 - Shadows in Chicago
### Chapter Twenty-Two – Shadows in Chicago ###(Bryan POV)The city was alive, humming with neon and noise, but Bryan felt like a ghost moving through it.It had been days since Owen spared his life, days since Mayer took up the role of shadow and leash. His body had mostly healed—faster than any normal human should have recovered—but the memory of the bullet still lingered, phantom pain feeling, at his ribs.What unsettled him more was the way his skin tingled at night, like something inside him itched to break free. His blood ran hotter. His wounds closed before his eyes. Sometimes, when he laughed at Mayer’s expression, his teeth ached like they wanted to sharpen.He told himself it was nothing. Just stress. Just the poison still in him.But deep down, he knew better.---They walked side by side through the crowded streets of downtown Chicago, the neon reflecting sharp colors in Mayer’s eyes. She moved with purpose, boots striking the pavement in precise rhythm. Bryan trailed beh
Chapter 23 - Teeth and Mockery
### Chapter Twenty-Three – Teeth and Mockery ###The night erupted in chaos.The moment the wolf’s guttural voice called him Prince, Bryan’s insides twisted with a sick mixture of anger and fear. He wanted to deny it, to spit at them and scream that they had the wrong guy. And he did—his voice cutting out, sharp and raw.“I’m not your prince! You’ve got the wrong damn wolf!”The wolves hesitated, a ripple of confusion breaking through their golden-eyed stare. But hesitation only lasted a breath. Then their muscles tightened, claws dug into the cracked asphalt, and they lunged.Bryan barely had time to shift his weight before the first wolf slammed into him. Instinct took over. His body moved faster than his mind, faster than human reflex should allow. He twisted, shoved a boot into the wolf’s chest, and sent it sprawling and staggering.Beside him, steel sang. Mayer’s blade slashed across the second wolf’s flank, spraying blood into the night. She moved like water—precise, merciless,
Chapter 24 - Brothers in the Shadows
### Chapter Twenty-Four – Brothers in the Shadows ###The night smelled of blood and smoke.The wolves lay sprawled in heaps around the abandoned factory grounds, their bodies broken, fur matted with red. A faint metallic tang clung to the air, sharp and suffocating. The silence afterward felt heavier than the fight itself—like the world was holding its breath, waiting for the next strike.Bryan slumped against a cracked wall, running a bloodied hand over his face. His chest heaved, but his wounds had already begun sealing, flesh stitching together with unnatural speed. He hated how normal it felt.Mayer paced a few feet away, cleaning her blade with slow, deliberate strokes. Her movements were precise, efficient—like the battle had drained none of her strength. Her eyes, however, told another story. She kept flicking glances at Bryan, at the faint glow beneath his skin where the wolf inside had nearly burst free.Bryan noticed. Of course he noticed.“Go ahead, stare a little harder,”
Chapter 25 - The Brother's Shadow
### Chapter Twenty-Five – The Brother’s Shadow ###The night was too quiet. Too still.The battlefield looked like a graveyard—fur, blood, and claw marks strewn across the cracked pavement and broken walls. The stench of iron clung to the air, thick and choking.Bryan leaned back against a half-collapsed column, his chest still heaving though his wounds had already started to knit shut. His knuckles were raw, crusted with dried blood that wasn’t his. He stared up at the night sky, a crooked grin tugging at his lips.Across from him, Mayer crouched low, tearing a strip of cloth from her sleeve to wrap around the little wound on her arm. Her jaw was set, her movements quick but careful.Bryan tilted his head, watching her, and smirked. “Well, well. Look at you, patching yourself up like some kind of action hero. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to impress me.”She shot him a glare sharp enough to slice steel. “You should be resting.”Bryan stretched his legs out, ignor
Chapter 26 - Shadows Closing In
### Chapter Twenty-Six – Shadows Closing In ###Bryan’s chest was still hammering from the shock. The word brother echoed in his skull like a curse he couldn’t silence. His throat burned with the memory of his own voice breaking—Bruno’s name still clinging to the air between them.But just as quickly as Bruno had appeared, he began to fade.Mayer’s sharp intake of breath snapped Bryan back to the present. She had gone still, her blade half-drawn, her eyes narrowing toward the treeline beyond the factory ruins. Her shoulders tensed as if the air itself carried a scent only she could sense.“They’re coming,” she hissed under her breath.Bryan followed her gaze. The shadows at the edge of the forest thickened, and a low, rolling growl drifted across the night. His skin prickled. The hair at the back of his neck stood on end.Amark’s wolves.Bruno’s golden eyes flicked in that direction, his jaw tightening. For a second, Bryan thought and hoped his brother would stay, that he’d stand besi
Chapter 27 - The Beast Unleashed
### Chapter Twenty-Seven – The Beast Unleashed ###The night cracked open with blood and betrayal.Pa. Clever’s cane tapped closer, his grin wide, his arms half spread like he was ready to embrace the boy he’d raised. But Bryan felt something strange, claws at his chest—relief, anger, gratitude, all bleeding together. For once, he thought he wasn’t alone.Then the shadows moved.A blur of gray fur and flashing teeth streaked from the side. Bryan’s heart stopped as claws punched through fabric, flesh, and bone.Pa. Clever’s body bumped forward, his eyes widening in shock. The wolf’s blade-like claw slid out of his back, hot blood spilling across the ground.“No!” Bryan roared.Time slowed. He saw Clever’s hat tumble from his head, the old man stumbling to his knees, his cane clattering against the stone. The wolf moved back, and Clever collapsed to the floor, his lifeblood pooling beneath him.Bryan’s legs moved before his mind did. He slidded across the pavement, dropping to his knees
Chapter 28 - The Blood Awakens
### Chapter Twenty-Eight – The Blood Awakens ###(Amark POV)The night was quiet in the ruins of Valemont, where the stones still bore scars of forgotten wars. The moon hung like a cruel overseer, bleeding silver light across the battlefield. Inside a fortress of black iron and ancient carvings, deep beneath the mountains, Lord Amark sat on his throne.The throne room was cold. It always was. Firelight flickered in braziers along the walls, but they cast no warmth, only shadows that moved like restless spirits. The walls bore murals of conquest—wolves painted in blood-red hues, devouring men and each other.Amark’s golden eyes stared into nothingness, their glow soft but deadly. He had not moved for hours, his posture regal and unyielding. His hands, tipped with sharp, blackened claws, rested lightly on the throne’s arms. His breath was calm, steady, but his aura filled the hall like a storm brewing in silence.And thenThe pulse hit him.It was not physical. Not sound. Not scent. It
Chapter 29 - Ashes of Control
### Chapter Twenty-Nine – Ashes of Control ###(Bryan POV)Bryan awoke to silence.Not the comforting kind of silence—the silence that weighs like stone on your chest, that makes every breath sound too loud, too guilty. His eyes blinked open slowly, burning with the hangover of power he couldn’t explain. His body felt both lighter and heavier at once, every nerve raw from what he had become.The ceiling above him was cracked, plaster flaking. The scent of old wood, dust, and faint traces of blood clung to the air. His mind reeled as flashes of the night before tore through him, Pa. Clever’s lifeless eyes, his own howl splitting the sky, wolves tearing apart beneath his claws, Mayer’s voice screaming his name.His chest tightened.“Mayer…”He sat up abruptly, groaning as the sudden movement made his skull pound. His gaze darted across the dim room until it landed on her.Mayer lay on a narrow cot against the far wall. Her skin was pale beneath the faint glow of lantern light. Bandages
Chapter 30 - Shadows of Blood
### Chapter Thirty – Shadows of Blood ###The silence in the room pressed heavier than chains.Bryan’s chest heaved, his claws still trembling at his sides. Owen stood rigid, his blade lowered but still ready, silver gleaming faintly in the lantern’s dim light. And across from them, cloaked in his shadow, was the man who seemed to bend the air with every breath—Lord Pheles.For a long moment, no one moved. Bryan could almost hear his own heartbeat pounding in his skull.It was Owen who finally broke the silence. His voice was raw, harsh.“You,” he spat, venom dripping with every syllable. “I should’ve known. Like a vulture circling what doesn’t belong to you. Haven’t had enough blood, Pheles? Or is it your brother’s shadow that still keeps you crawling out of your hole?”Pheles tilted his head slightly. His expression barely shifted, but his eyes flickered—like old embers reignited.“Owen Zender,” he said, his tone level, calm as still water. “Always eager to bare your fangs. Still mo