All Chapters of HOW MY FATHER BECAME A WEREWOLF (THE UNKNOWN IS HIS FATHER): Chapter 61
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CHAPTER 61 – THE SHADOW KING’S RETURN
The forest moved differently now. Where once Aria had wandered terrified and lost, she walked with an army’s weight behind her wolves bowing their heads as she passed. The air smelled of rain, healing herbs, and lingering battle smoke. Rowan’s breathing remained shallow, barely a whisper against her neck as she carried him, Selene close by, guiding the surviving pack into abandoned dens and moss-covered shelters.The sky was beginning to lighten the faintest gray bleeding into the black horizon. Dawn was coming.And with it, consequences.Aria laid Rowan down softly on a moss-draped stone slab inside a half-collapsed den. His chest returned to that painful, fragile rhythm. Every few moments his hand twitched, like his body was fighting some hidden chain.“He’s still battling,” Selene murmured, her silver eyes reading his soul like an open wound. His spirit is caught between worlds. He will either return or be taken forever.Aria closed her trembling hand around his. “He’s not going an
CHAPTER 62 – THE WOLF WHO WOKE IN FIRE
Heat came before thought. A wildfire crawling through his veins. A furnace burning where a heart should be. For a moment Rowan didn’t know his own name or why he was breathing again. He only knew pain. Pain that refused to let him lie still. Pain that demanded he rise.A growl rumbled in the distance. Shouts. Stone grinding. Dust choking the air.Rowan gasped as life slammed fully into him.He sat up violently, the world spinning, his limbs shaking under him. His chest heaved as if someone had ripped him from drowning dragged him back into a body that had already given up. He looked down, expecting to see the fatal wound that killed him. But insteadHis mark burned across his skin like rivers of molten gold.A steady pulse of shimmering heat radiated from it alive, furious.A voice caught between disbelief and fear whispered his name.“Rowan?”Selene stood there frozen, coated in dust and blood, watching him like she was staring at a ghost who might vanish if she blinked. Wolves aroun
CHAPTER 63 – WHERE SHADOWS LEARN TO FEAR
WHERE SHADOWS LEARN TO FEARAria woke screaming.The sound tore from her chest in a raw, broken cry that echoed endlessly, swallowed and returned distorted by the abyss. Her body jerked violently against the chains binding her wrists and ankles, pain shooting through her nerves as shadow-forged metal tightened in response. The restraints were alive. They sensed panic, fed on it, drawing strength from her fear.She forced herself to breathe.The darkness around her was not total it pulsed, shifted, breathed like a massive creature at rest. No ground lay beneath her feet, yet she stood, suspended by unseen force. The air tasted bitter, old, like decay layered over centuries of despair.“Easy,” a voice murmured, everywhere and nowhere at once. “You’ll exhaust yourself before we even begin.”The Shadow King emerged slowly from the gloom, his form coalescing from smoke and void. He was taller than any wolf, broader, crowned with curved horns that glimmered faintly violet. His eyes burned
CHAPTER 64 – FIRE ANSWERS THE MOON
FIRE ANSWERS THE MOONRowan dropped to one knee as the bond detonated inside his chest.Fire tore through him not wild, not consuming, but urgent, directional. It dragged at his soul like a hook sunk deep into his heart, pulling him toward a place that should not exist. The abyss answered his power with resistance, a suffocating pressure that pushed back hard enough to crack the stone beneath him.Selene was beside him instantly. “Rowan!”He braced a hand against the ground, teeth clenched, breath coming in short, furious bursts. Gold light leaked from his eyes, his mark blazing so bright it turned the shadows orange.“She’s alive,” he said hoarsely. “She broke her chains.”Selene went still. “You’re certain?”“I can feel her,” he snapped. “She’s holding the line but she won’t be able to for long.”The ground shuddered violently. Wolves cried out as the裂 tore wider, darkness clawing upward like smoke pulled by a storm. The abyss was reacting.Selene swore under her breath. “The Shadow
CHAPTER 65 – WHEN THE BOND BLEEDS
Pain was not the first thing Aria felt when consciousness returned.It was absence.A hollow space stretched through her chest where warmth should have been, where Rowan’s presence usually burned like a living ember beneath her ribs. The bond was still there she could feel its outline, fragile and aching but it was thin, stretched, strained like a thread pulled too far.Her breath came uneven as she forced her eyes open.The abyss had changed again.The darkness no longer pressed in uniformly. It pulsed, subtle and alive, like a massive heart beating far beneath the ground. The stone beneath her was cracked now, veins of dim shadow-light crawling through it as though the realm itself had been wounded.She was still bound.Black chains wrapped her wrists and ankles, heavier than before, their symbols glowing faintly as if they were learning her power, adapting to it. Every slow movement made them tighten, not brutally, but with calculated restraint. They were no longer panicked by her
CHAPTER 66 – THE PRICE OF COMING BACK
THE PRICE OF COMING BACKRowan woke screaming.Fire ripped out of him in a violent surge, blasting across the stone chamber and forcing every wolf within reach to stagger back. The heat was not wild this time it was sharpened, compressed, furious. Gold light carved cracks through the walls, illuminating ancient runes that hadn’t seen flame in centuries.Selene slammed her staff into the ground, silver wards flaring to life just in time to keep the chamber from collapsing entirely.“Enough!” she shouted.Rowan dragged in a breath that felt like swallowing glass. His hands were shaking, his heart hammering so hard it hurt. The fire recoiled at Selene’s command, sinking back under his skin but it didn’t disappear. It coiled there, restless, waiting.Her voice cut through the haze. “You felt her again.”He nodded once, jaw clenched so tightly his teeth ached. “She’s stronger. But the abyss is changing around her.”Selene’s expression darkened. “Then the Shadow King has begun reshaping his
CHAPTER 67 – THE CRUCIBLE DOES NOT FORGIVE
. THE CRUCIBLE DOES NOT FORGIVEThe door sealed behind Rowan with a finality that cut deeper than fear.There was no echo. No dramatic thunder. Just the unmistakable sound of something ancient deciding that retreat was no longer an option.Darkness swallowed him whole.Not the abyss he had tasted before not the suffocating hunger that clung to Aria’s prison but a denser, heavier void. This darkness pressed inward, not against his body, but against his spirit. It was weight without form, silence with intention. The air tasted metallic, sharp, like blood held too long on the tongue.Rowan took one step forward.The ground ignited.Pain exploded up his legs, searing straight into his spine. He dropped instantly, palms slamming into stone that burned without flame. His instincts screamed at him to shift, to let the wolf take over, to unleash the fire boiling beneath his skin and tear this place apart.He didn’t.He forced his breath steady, even as his muscles trembled violently. Fire cra
CHAPTER 68 – THE MOON REMEMBERS BLOOD
THE MOON REMEMBERS BLOODThe first thing Aria realized was that the abyss was no longer listening only to the Shadow King.It reacted to her now.The ground beneath her feet trembled with every breath she took, fine fractures spreading through the black stone like veins beneath skin. The chains around her wrists rattled softly, confused, their grip no longer absolute. They still burned, still restrained but they hesitated, as though the realm itself was waiting to see what she would do next.She stood slowly, ignoring the way pain flared through her shoulders.Rowan’s presence pressed against the bond again not forceful, not reckless. Different. Sharper. Focused. It no longer felt like fire slamming into walls, but like a blade being drawn with deliberate care.He’s changing.The realization filled her with equal parts fear and fierce pride.The abyss rippled.Shadows peeled back, revealing vast empty distance, layered like an endless night sky turned inward. The realm no longer felt
CHAPTER 69 – THE NIGHT THAT LEARNED TO BLEED
THE NIGHT THAT LEARNED TO BLEEDThe abyss did not like being challenged.Aria felt that truth settle into her bones as the realm shifted again, not violently this time, but with cold intention. The shadows thickened, pressing closer, no longer chaotic but disciplined like soldiers receiving a silent command. The cracked chains around her wrists tightened once more, not panicking, not feeding, but testing her limits with calculated pressure.She steadied herself.Fear was useless here. Rage was dangerous. Control real control was the only language this place respected.She inhaled slowly, ignoring the ache in her lungs, the burn in her arms. Moonlight gathered beneath her skin, not flaring outward, not rebelling, but settling into a calm, lethal stillness. The silver glow dimmed just enough to seem harmless.The abyss hesitated.Good.Far above, beneath a sky that had not yet felt the weight of this war, Rowan stood at the edge of the Crucible chamber, his body still radiating heat, sm
CHAPTER 70 – THE FIRE THAT SHOULD NOT CROSS
THE FIRE THAT SHOULD NOT CROSSThe archway swallowed Rowan whole.The moment he crossed the threshold, the world folded inward, light collapsing into a narrow line before snapping shut behind him. Heat surged instantly not the wild inferno of the Crucible, but something denser, heavier, like fire forced to exist without oxygen. It pressed against his skin, into his lungs, testing whether he belonged in a place never meant to hold flame.He staggered but did not fall.The ground beneath his boots was not stone. It was memory layered, scarred, trembling faintly as though it remembered every being that had ever crossed here and never returned. Symbols glowed faintly beneath his feet, silver etched with gold fractures, reacting violently to his presence.Fire was not welcome here.Rowan straightened slowly, jaw set.“Too bad,” he muttered.The bond tugged hard at his chest, sharper than it had ever been. Aria’s presence flared strained but fierce, silver wrapped in defiance. She was clos