HAZEL “Tell me the truth, Hazel,” my father’s voice was calm like he was trying to pull something out of me that I wasn’t ready to share. “Did you see anything? Anything at all?”I could feel the weight of his gaze on me as he waited for an answer. My pulse quickened, and I stared at the floor, my mind racing for a way out. But the truth? It felt too dangerous to tell, and I wasn’t about to get anyone else involved. Especially not Darryl.“No,” I said bluntly, not meeting his eyes.“Are you sure?” he pressed leaned in slightly, his eyes narrowing as he looked directly into mine. “Did you see anyone running?”I swallowed hard. It felt like my father was reading me, trying to pull the truth from my very soul. But how could I tell him the truth when I didn’t even fully understand it myself? How could I explain the way my heart twisted whenever I thought of Darryl or the weird suspicion crawling through my mind that something wasn’t right with the whole situation?“No,” I repeated, even
HAZELThe class was dragging on, the hum of the teacher’s voice blending with the scratch of pens against paper. We were supposed to be taking notes on the lesson, but my attention kept wandering back to him—Darryl. He was sitting a few rows ahead of me, his dark hair falling over his forehead, eyes fixed on the front of the class. But whenever I looked his way, I could feel it. His gaze. He was looking at me.I’d glance up and catch his eyes just as they flicked away. The first time it happened, my heart did a weird skip, and I quickly turned my attention back to my notes, pretending I hadn’t noticed. But the second time... and the third... it was harder to pretend. Each time I caught him staring, something inside of me tightened, like I was being drawn in, and yet I couldn’t look away.It wasn’t until the fourth or fifth time that I realized how unsettling it was. But also, kind of... thrilling? Why did it feel like my heart was beating faster each time I met his eyes? I tried to s
Darryl’s POV I knew she was following me. From the moment I stepped out of the classroom, I could hear her soft footsteps trailing behind. Even if Hazel tried to be quiet, she couldn’t hide from me. Not from a werewolf. Every movement of her was impossible not to notice. And then there was her scent. Sweet and warm, like vanilla and wildflowers, it wrapped around me and pulled me closer to her even as I tried to put distance between us. She didn’t know. Of course, she didn’t know. A human who would never feel the same magnetic connection that I felt every time she was near. It was getting hard just bearing this feelings alone. The thought burned through me as I reached the office door and knocked. Her golden eyes flashed through my mind, and I had to grip the doorframe to keep my hands from shaking. The way she’d looked at me earlier in class... it was like she could see straight through me. I wanted to grab her then and there, pull her close, and tell her the truth. I
HAZELI sat in the back of the classroom, half-listening to Mr. Thompson’s lecture as he rambled on about ancient folklore. My mind wandered, but I didn’t mind. The subject of the day was something I loved—animals that could turn into werewolves. Stories about the supernatural were practically my lifeblood. Anything paranormal, really, and I was all in.Mr. Thompson’s voice cut through the haze of my thoughts. “Today, we’ll talk about a fascinating part of history—the legends of werewolves. You’ve all heard them, I’m sure. The beasts who live among us, hiding in plain sight. But who can tell me… what causes a person to transform into one of these creatures?”I shifted in my seat, glancing around. Some students were whispering, others scribbling in notebooks. Darryl, of course, was sitting in the back, as usual. Mr. Thompson’s gaze landed on him, his eyes gleaming like he already knew what he was going to ask. “Ah, Darryl. I believe you might know a little about this one.”Darryl looke
HAZELI stood in front of my closet, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My hands trembled slightly as I reached for a sweater, then pulled back, frowning. "It's just a project," I whispered to herself. "Just a project at Darryl's house. Nothing more." What was I even doing? Why did it feel like I was preparing for some life-altering event instead of a school project?The day Darryl had approached me to discuss the assignment replayed in my head. I’d been sitting in the cafeteria, minding my own business, when he’d walked up with an expression unreadable as always.“So…when do you want to work on the project?” he’d asked.I had frozen, not knowing what to say. How could I form words when he was standing so close with his intense gaze fixed on me? Before I could stammer out a response, he’d pulled out a slip of paper, scribbled something on it, and handed it to me."Here's my address. Just come over whenever you're ready," he’d said with a calm tone and I took the paper without q
DARRYL Stepping outside was the only way I could keep myself in control. Hazel’s presence had been suffocating in the best and worst ways. The scent of her clung to my senses like an addiction I couldn’t shake. Being around her made me feel like I was about to lose control, and the last thing I wanted was for her to see me like that. I stood in the cool night air, leaning against the side of the store. The mate bond was stronger than I had ever imagined, pulling at me, tearing through every wall I had built over the years. I took a deep breath, rubbing my temples as I tried to calm the storm raging inside me. Being near Hazel made everything harder. She was my mate, the one person who could bring me peace, yet she was also my greatest danger. Claiming her would mean putting her life at risk. Malachi would sense the bond, and he wouldn’t stop until she was dead. I shook off the feeling and pushed myself off the wall as I walked back into the store. The first thing I noticed was Ha
DARRYL The tension in the pack house was something I could feel. I stood beside my father, Alpha Darius, as he leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the map spread across the table. The borders of our territory were marked in bold, and the neighboring packs were carefully labeled. Our discussion had been going in circles for the past hour.“Darryl, if we don’t solidify the treaty with the Silvermoon Pack, we’ll have an open flank to the rogues,” my father said. “They’ve already encroached near our northern borders.”I nodded, the weight of my soon-to-be role as Alpha pressing down on me. “I understand, Father, but Silvermoon’s Alpha isn’t easy to deal with. He’ll want concessions.”“Concessions are a small price to pay for security,” he replied sharply, tapping a finger on the map. “You’ll need to handle this with precision. Show strength, but also tact. That’s what makes an Alpha.”I didn’t argue. My father’s wisdom was hard-earned, and I knew he was right. Still, the responsi
HAZEL“So, there I was,” Amy said between giggles, “trying to explain to Trevor why werewolves in medieval history were misunderstood, and he just stares at me and says, ‘Amy, are you sure you’re not secretly one of them?’ Like, seriously! Who even says that?”I snorted. “Trevor said that? Oh my gosh. Please tell me you didn’t confirm his suspicions.”Amy grinned mischievously. “I told him, ‘Well, if I were, you’d be the first one I’d eat.’ You should’ve seen his face! I thought he was going to pass out right there.”I doubled over, nearly choking on my drink. “Trevor’s probably drafting an essay on why Amy is the most likely candidate for a werewolf now. You’re giving him too much ammo.”Amy waved her hand dismissively. “Let him. It’ll make his presentation more interesting. Honestly, it’s his fault for being so gullible.”Her laughter was contagious, but my thoughts drifted to my own project with Darryl. The humor faded from my expression as I recalled how awkward and tense everythi
HAZELThe library would be my sanctuary today. It was quiet, and felt far away from the chaos swirling around me. I needed to distract myself. Badly. Darryl wasn’t answering my calls. It made my stomach twist into knots. Then there was my dad. I was so angry with him. He was keeping secrets, controlling me, and now… now he was going after Darryl. It felt like my world was crumbling.I wandered through the tall bookshelves, pulling out random books. Nothing seemed to hold my attention. Finally, I found myself in the paranormal section. I picked out a thick book with a dark cover. It was about werewolves. I settled into a quiet corner, hoping to lose myself in the story.The book started like any other werewolf novel, talking about full moons and shifting. But then, I turned the page and my breath caught. There was a picture. Not the usual handsome man turning into a wolf, this was different. This wolf was massive with glowing red eyes and thick, dark fur. The caption underneath read, “
DARRYLI leaned back against my bedroom door and smiled. Hazel’s scent was still here, and the memory of our shared embrace, the feeling of her tears against my shoulder, warmed me from the inside out. It wasn’t much, but it was something. I felt hope for the first time in what felt like forever, a feeling I'd almost forgotten.I ran a hand through my hair, replaying our conversation in my mind and chuckled softly. I’d even managed to keep Shadow relatively calm during our close moments. It felt like we had finally turned a corner.“She believes me,” I murmured.My smile faded as the image of Alpha Darius’s face flashed through my mind. The Alpha’s words echoed in my ears: “A human mate? It’s impossible, Darryl. Dangerous.” Luna’s disappointed gaze followed. They’d already chosen Katrina for me. The thought sent a surge of anger through me. I balled my fist, the joy of the past hour dissolving into a bitter anger.I slammed my fist into the wall and growled. The impact sent pain throu
HAZELMy heart sank as I heard my father’s voice. I barely had time to process the shock of seeing my broken bicycle in front of the house, let alone figure out how it had ended up here. I turned slowly to face him, the storm in his eyes was unmistakable. His face was tense as if he were holding back a fury that could snap at any moment. "Why did you disobey me?" “Dad... I—” I stuttered, not knowing how to explain myself, not knowing what he wanted to hear. I wanted to tell him everything, to say that I hadn’t meant to disobey him, that I had only gone out to clear my head, to escape the storm that was raging inside me. But the words wouldn’t come. He was looking at me like he expected me to have a solid reason. “I wasn’t planning to meet him or anything.,” I finally managed to say. “I just… I just needed some space, that’s all. I went out to clear my head and I happened to meet him in the woods.”He shook his head slowly, as if the answer was too obvious for me to see. “I know eve
HAZELThe silence around the table was almost suffocating, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was being scrutinized, even though no one was speaking. They had been unusually quiet after the question about the silver necklace. I could tell they were waiting for an answer, but I was struggling to put together the right words. Why did he ask about the necklace? What did it mean to him? What was going on in their minds?I looked at Darryl for a moment, but he was staring at his plate, not acknowledging me. I felt a tight knot form in my stomach, unsure of how to answer and I couldn’t shake off the discomfort that was settling in me. “It’s from someone who meant a lot to me,” I finally managed to say. I wasn’t sure if that was enough of an explanation, but it was all I could offer.Darryl’s father gave me a nod, as if my answer was sufficient. But before the conversation could continue, Darryl cut in firmly. “Enough, father. Enough, mother.”His parents fell silent. “Hazel ju
HAZELThe shower’s warmth still lingered on my skin as I stepped out of Darryl’s bathroom, wrapped in a towel. My hair hung in wet strands as it clung to my shoulders. After dressing quickly, I stared at my reflection. The girl in the mirror looked tired, her eyes dull despite the rest she’d gotten. Pull it together, Hazel, I told myself. Today was Saturday, and while I should feel relieved not to rush home for school, a pit formed in my stomach.Dad.Last night, he'd bombarded me with calls, the incessant ringing drilling into my mind. But this morning? Nothing. No texts. No calls. The silence was too loud. It felt wrong—off, even. It was all suspicious, but I pushed it away. There was no time to dwell on it now.I stepped out of the room and the door clicked softly behind me. The house was quiet. For the first time, I noticed how large it was. The ceilings stretched high above me, and the halls seemed to go on forever. I remembered being on Darryl’s back last night, clinging to him
HazelThe room felt colder than it should have been. My fingers trembled as I clutched Darryl’s shirt, the scent of blood still thick in my nose. The silence between us was deafening and stretching longer than I could bear. Darryl didn’t say a word but his eyes was still locked onto mine. Finally, he spoke in a very low and calm voice.“Why do you think it’s me?”I swallowed hard, before raising his shirt up. “This shirt,” I whispered, holding up the evidence between us. “It smells like blood.” My voice faltered, and I looked away. “And also…” I couldn’t finish that.Darryl’s gaze didn’t even move from mine. “Also what?” he pressed. I bit my lips and let the shirt fall beside me. “I saw you, Darryl. I saw you running away from the scene… when Jake was lying on the floor.” My eyes met his, searching for something or anything that could make this feel less like betrayal. “You were shirtless, Darryl. I saw you running away.” I wanted to take them back, to erase the doubt they plant
HAZELThe room was silent, but my heart wasn’t. It was loud like it wanted to burst out and chase after him. The way he had looked at me… I couldn’t stop thinking about it.When he carried me into his room, I thought I’d feel awkward or embarrassed. Instead, I felt safe. But when he placed me on the bed and leaned in, everything changed.His eyes had locked onto mine, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. It wasn’t fear at all. It was something else entirely. The kind of intensity that made me feel seen, like every thought and emotion I had was written across my face and he was reading it.And then there was the way he leaned in. I thought he was going to kiss me. His gaze fell to my lips and I felt a jolt in my stomach.But he didn’t.Instead, he stepped back and then he left.Now I was alone, sitting on his bed like some forgotten thing, replaying everything that had just happened.I touched my lips, my fingertips grazing them softly. Did he want to kiss me? Or was it all in my hea
Darryl’s POV I was still leaning over her, my arms on either side of her, trapping her in place. Her eyes were wide anf her lips was slightly parted. My gaze dropped to those lips, soft and inviting. A dangerous heat surged through me, and all I wanted to do was close the distance, to press my mouth to hers and kiss her deeply. The urge was so strong that my heart raced, my hands almost shaking as I fought the need to touch her.But I couldn’t. I quickly stepped back, shaking my head, muttering under my breath, “Fuck.” What was wrong with me?I clenched my teeth and forced myself to pull back. My hands shook as I stepped away.The silence between us was thick and awkward. Hazel looked down at her hands, her cheeks flushed. I didn’t know where to look. My thoughts were a tangled mess. The room felt too small, the air too hot. I cleared my throat, trying to sound normal. “I—I’ll sleep outside.” She looked up quickly. “You’re not sleeping here?” Her voice was small. I shook my h
DARRYLThe woods were quiet tonight. I liked coming here when I needed space. It was my place to think and to breathe. Tonight was no different. I walked through the trees and inhaled the air which was filled with the faint scent of ashes left behind by the fire. The moon was high and casted light on the branches.Everything was quiet, except for the whisper of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. My wolf and I shared this calm, this sense of being home. I took a deep breath and let it settle in my lungs. This was normal. This was right.Then, I heard it.Footsteps.These footsteps were light and hesitant. Definitely Human. What would a human be doing out here? This place had been off-limits since the fire. No one from town dared to come here anymore. It was too dangerous and too haunted by memories. Only we, the werewolves came here now, to hunt or during full moons. I crept forward and took every step cautiously. The scent of ashes was still there, but there was something else