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
DARRYLThe clang of swords echoed across the training grounds as wolves fought under the golden afternoon sun. I stood at the corner, watching two pack members wrestle, their claws skimming dangerously close to flesh. But my mind wasn’t on the combat in front of me, it was miles away.Alpha Darius’s words from last night still rang in my ears: “A powerful mate from the pack, Darryl. That’s what we need. Not a human girl who knows nothing of our world. If you insist on Hazel, I won’t step down. The pack comes first.”I exhaled sharply and looked down at my hands which was already clenched into fists. I’d always dreamed of becoming Alpha—not for the glory or the power, though those were tempting enough. It was the change I wanted to bring. I’d seen the cracks in the pack’s system for years, the inequalities no one dared to question. Like how Omegas were treated.Or how pack politics always favored the strong and influential while the weak were left to fend for themselves.My father was
HAZELI woke up to sunlight streaming through the curtains of Lucian's guest room. Two days I'd been here, hiding from everything - from Darryl, from Katrina, from my dad and from what I'd become. The soft mattress had become my sanctuary, but even that couldn't keep the world at bay forever.A car engine rumbled in the driveway and the sound got louder as it approached. My heart jumped - were Lucian's parents back early? I swung my legs out of bed and walked out of the room, ready to call out to him."Lucian, I think your parents are-" The words died in my throat as the engine's distinctive sound registered in my brain. That wasn't just any car. That was a police cruiser. My father's cruiser."No," I whispered, scrambling to the window. Sure enough, there was my dad's patrol car, and there he was, stepping out in his crisp uniform like he was every inch the authoritative mayor and police chief he was."Lucian!" I screamed, panic making my voice crack. "LUCIAN!"He appeared in the doo
Hazel I opened my mouth, trying to find the right words to explain Darryl's absence without revealing anything supernatural. My mind raced through possible excuses, each sounding more ridiculous than the last. Just as I was about to sputter some nonsense, Lucian's phone pinged."Hold that thought," he said, reaching for his phone. "Let me check this real quick."I waited, grateful for the interruption. My heart was still pounding from nearly having to explain everything about Darryl, the wolves, and why I was really here."Who is it?" I asked, trying to sound as casual as possible."Actually, it's Darryl," Lucian replied, his eyes scanning the screen."What?" I nearly choked on my coffee. "Darryl?"Lucian nodded, still reading the message. "Yeah, he's asking about football practice. Says 'How far, man? Are you coming for practice today at school? I've been practicing.'"He turned to me, his eyebrows raised. "Is this what you've been hiding? That he's been having private practice sess
HAZELI stood in the darkness, my mind still reeling from Katrina's revelations. My feet started moving toward Darryl's hideout, but I stopped abruptly. If what she'd shown me was true, if Darryl really was that violent beast in the videos... I couldn't risk being anywhere near him.The thought of those missing girlfriends made my stomach churn. How many had there been? What had really happened to them? The Darryl I knew seemed so different from the monster in those videos, but maybe that's exactly what those other girls had thought too, right before they disappeared.Home. It was the only place left, but even that felt impossible. Dad had been calling non-stop for five days, probably had the entire police force looking for me. What would I even say to him? Sorry I disappeared, by the way, I'm some kind of supernatural creature called a Golden Wolf? Yeah, that would go well. But then again, maybe he already knew. Those silver bullets in his study weren't there by accident. He'd been
HAZEL I sat in the dark room, my heart pounding against my ribs. They'd thrown me in here what felt like hours ago. No windows, just thick concrete walls and a heavy metal door. All I could think about was Darryl lying unconscious on the cabin floor, that purple poison running through his veins.I stood up, determined to find a way out. I had to get to him. Just as I reached for the door, it burst open, slamming against the wall. Two guards rushed in, pushing me back into the room. Katrina sauntered in after them, dragging Amy with her. My stomach dropped when I saw Amy's state – fresh bruises bloomed across her face, and blood trickled from her split lip."Look who I found trying to run away from the pack," Katrina said, shoving Amy to the ground."Amy!" I tried to run to her, but the guards held me back.Amy looked up at me, her eyes full of tears. "I'm sorry, Hazel. I tried to help, but—" She broke off with a cry as Katrina kicked her."Stop it!" I shouted, struggling against the
HAZELJust as the moment between us got intense, that stupid rat bit my leg! I screamed and jumped up so fast I nearly hit my head on the ceiling. Darryl jumped up too, looking ready to fight."Ouch! That little monster bit me!" I yelled, rubbing my leg."I'm going to kill that rat," Darryl said, his eyes scanning the room. He looked so serious about it that I couldn't help but laugh.What happened next was like something out of a comedy. Darryl was crawling around on his hands and knees, looking under furniture for a tiny rat. I stood on the bed, not wanting to get bitten again."There it is!" I pointed at a shadow moving behind some boxes. Darryl lunged, but the rat was faster. He ended up face-first in a pile of old blankets."For a mighty Alpha werewolf, you're not very good at catching rats," I laughed. He shot me a playful glare."Oh yeah? Let's see you do better!" He stood up, crossing his arms.I tried to use my new super-senses to track the rat. I closed my eyes and focused r
HAZELI couldn't help but smile as I left Darryl far behind me. Running like this felt amazing - like I was flying through the forest. The wind whipped through my hair, and everything around me was just a blur of colors.Finally, I stopped and waited for him to catch up. While waiting, I touched one of the trees near me. It was strange - I could feel life pulsing through it, like a heartbeat under my fingers. Everything in the forest felt alive and connected somehow.Just as I was exploring these new sensations, Darryl rushed past me, probably thinking he was taking the lead again. I laughed and shot forward, easily passing him once more. This new power flowing through me was incredible. I never wanted it to stop."Hazel!" Darryl called out behind me. "We've passed where I want us to hide. Stop running!"I skidded to a halt, my feet barely leaving marks on the ground. Darryl finally caught up to me, bending over and panting hard. I realized I wasn't even breathing heavily."That was..
HAZEL I was going crazy sitting in that room. Elena kept checking on me every few minutes like I might explode or something, and the antiseptic smell was making my new enhanced senses go haywire. Darryl had been gone for what felt like forever, and I couldn't take it anymore.When Elena stepped out to get more supplies, I saw my chance. I know Darryl told her to watch me, but he wasn't my boss. Besides, I felt fine – better than fine, actually. The golden light under my skin had faded to a soft glow, and my head finally felt clear.Getting out was easier than I expected. I just waited until Elena went to check on another patient, then slipped through the back door. The cool night air felt amazing on my skin, and and I took a deep breath, finally able to smell something besides hospital chemicals.The area around the healer's facility was quiet – too quiet. No pack members anywhere, which seemed weird. I started walking, testing out my new senses. Every smell told a story – here's whe
DARRYLI held Hazel close, not wanting to let go. Her scent calmed my wolf, making me want to stay. But I couldn't."I'll be back soon," I whispered, forcing myself to pull away. Her golden eyes watched me, full of questions I couldn't answer yet.Outside the room, I found Elena checking some test results. I grabbed her arm gently."Elena, I need you to stay with her," I said. My voice was serious. "Don't let anyone in. Not even pack members. We can't trust anyone right now."Elena nodded. "Of course. But where are you going?"Before I could answer, my father's mind link hit me hard. His anger burned through our connection, making me flinch.GET HERE NOW."I have to go," I told Elena. "My father wants to see me about what happened at the party."Elena's face showed worry. "Be careful. The Alpha will genuinely be annoyed."His anger burned through our connection. I could feel Shadow, my wolf, wanting to resist the Alpha command, but I knew I had to go. Looking one last time at Hazel th
HAZELI stared at my reflection, watching golden light pulse beneath my skin. The words "Golden Wolf" echoed in my head, but they felt wrong and impossible. Then I thought about my parents and froze.My dad was human. My mom had been human before she died. How could I be a Golden Wolf?The markings under my skin rippled like they were trying to break free. I pressed my hand against the mirror, watching the strange patterns shift and flow. Everything I thought I knew about myself was crumbling.Then memories started flooding back. Dad's strange behavior over the years. All the rules and restrictions. Never letting me stay out after dark. The silver bullets I'd found hidden in his study. His hatred of Darryl."Dad knew," I whispered, turning to face Elena and Darryl. "He must have known what I am. That's why he was so protective. Why he sent me away to the city." My head spun with questions. "He said he was protecting me from something. But what? And how did my mom..." I couldn't finish