Novel-novel oleh Klaus Joseph

The scent of blood clung to the air, thick and metallic, mixing with the damp earth beneath my feet. My breath came in ragged gasps as I stared at the creature in front of me. it was watching me. Not in pain. Not in fear. In recognition. Like it knew exactly what I was. What I was becoming. I tightened my grip on the bloodied rock in my hand, my pulse hammering against my ribs. My whole body was vibrating with something I couldn’t name—something wild and untamed. It burned through my veins like liquid fire, making every nerve feel alive. The creature’s black eyes flickered between me and my blood-stained fingers. Then, slowly, its lips curled into a smile. A real one. Not a snarl. Not a sneer. A knowing, amused smile. And then— It whispered. “Found you.” A chill raced down my spine. Caius reacted before I could, his body a blur of motion as he lunged at the creature. His claws slashed through the air, aiming to end whatever this thing was before it could say another w

The moon hung heavy in the sky, casting pale silver light through the canopy of trees. The scent of damp earth and pine filled my lungs as I moved through the dense forest, my body sore but my mind alert.My body ached from the relentless training the night before, every muscle protesting even the smallest movement. But I didn’t have the luxury of rest.Caius had let me rest for only a few hours before dragging me back outside. He claimed it was for "conditioning," but I suspected he just enjoyed watching me suffer.I trailed behind him, trying to keep up. His movements were effortless, fluid, while mine still carried the stiffness of exhaustion. Every muscle in my body ached, a reminder of the brutal training I had endured the night before.“Where are we going?” I asked, stepping over a fallen branch.Caius didn’t answer immediately. His silver eyes flicked to me, unreadable in the moonlight. “You need more than brute strength to survive.”I frowned. “Is this about strategy?”A ghost

The cold night air stung my skin as I made my way back to the cabin. Every muscle in my body ached, my lungs still burned from the chase, and my palms throbbed where the blisters had begun to swell. But despite the exhaustion weighing me down, my mind refused to rest.I could still feel Caius’s touch lingering at my throat—not in a way that hurt, not in a way that made me fear him, but in a way that unsettled me. He had been testing me, pushing me, breaking me down piece by piece.And damn him, it was working.I wasn’t sure what I hated more—the fact that he was right about my weakness, or the fact that I craved his approval, even if I didn’t want to admit it.As I reached the door, I hesitated. The cabin was dark inside, the fire reduced to faint embers in the hearth. It should have felt safe. It should have been a relief to step inside, to crawl into bed and let sleep take me.But something inside me stirred—a restless energy I couldn’t shake.I wasn’t done.I wasn’t ready to stop.

The muscles in my arms burned. My hands, slick with sweat, trembled as I lifted the axe again, the wooden handle rough against my raw palms.I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to ignore the exhaustion, the ache in my shoulders, the sting in my fingers.I swung.Crack.The log split cleanly this time, the two halves falling to the ground with a satisfying thud.I exhaled sharply, my chest rising and falling, my heartbeat hammering in my ears.Behind me, Caius leaned against the wooden post, arms crossed, his silver eyes sharp in the dim firelight.“Better,” he murmured.I didn’t reply. I didn’t have the energy to.It had been hours.Hours of chopping wood, lifting, carrying, pushing my body past its limits.I had thought when Caius said he would train me, it would mean fighting techniques, strategy—something useful.Instead, he had thrown me into relentless, grueling physical labor.And I hated him for it.But I hated myself more—for how weak I was, for how my body was shaking, for how

Silence stretched between us, thick and heavy.The rogue’s silver eyes never wavered as he studied me, as if he was trying to see through me—to figure out what kind of wolf I really was.I wasn’t sure I knew the answer myself.The girl who had been Damien Blackwood’s mate had died in that forest.Whoever I was now… she was just beginning.I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to sit up. My body protested, sore and weak, but I refused to let it show.The rogue leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching me with an unreadable expression.“You’re still healing,” he said.“I’m fine,” I bit out.His smirk was slow, knowing. “Are you?”I ignored the way my muscles trembled as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. The wooden floor was cold beneath my bare feet, sending a shiver up my spine.The rogue let out a low chuckle. “Where exactly do you think you’re going?”I exhaled sharply. “I don’t know.”Something flickered in his gaze. “Then maybe you should sit back down before you fall ov

The forest was eerily silent, the only sound my ragged breathing and the frantic pounding of my heart. Moonlight spilled through the skeletal branches above, casting long shadows that stretched across the uneven ground like clawed fingers reaching for me.I ran.Faster. Harder.But no matter how far I went, I couldn’t outrun the pain clawing at my chest, sinking deep into my bones like poison.The rejection burned through me like wildfire, searing my veins with an agony I hadn’t known was possible. My breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, my legs trembling beneath me as the mate bond continued to unravel inside me.Selene, my wolf, whimpered in my mind, her presence flickering like a dying flame."Don’t leave me," she begged, her voice weak, strained.I’m not leaving you… I tried to reassure her, but even as I spoke the words, I knew they were a lie.I could feel her slipping away.The mate bond wasn’t just emotional—it was physical.The deeper a wolf’s connection to their mate, the mor