DARRYL "I'm a werewolf." I finally let it go, the secret that had been eating me alive for years. I didn't dare look up at Lucian. I stared at the worn-out grass beneath my feet, waiting for the explosion of disbelief, the disgust or maybe even the fear.But it didn't come.Silence stretched so far. Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore. I lifted my gaze as I steeled myself for the worst.What I saw wasn't anger, wasn't shock, wasn't even a face of disbelief. Lucian was staring at me, a soft smile was playing on his lips."I knew," he said gently. "All along, Darryl."My jaw dropped. "You… you knew?" The words stumbled out.Lucian chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "You really thought I wouldn't? Darryl, we've been best friends for… well, a long time. You thought I wouldn't notice things?"He gestured vaguely with his hand. "The way you heal from injuries that should have put you out for weeks. Remember that time you broke your leg during practice? You were back on the field in days.
HAZELJared stood there with his eyes wide with shock. He looked from the journal in my hand to my face, then back again. He opened his mouth, then closed it as if he couldn’t find the words.“Where… where did you get that?” he finally managed to stammer.I tilted my head. “Is that what you should be asking right now?” I asked. “Dad… no, Jared… you’ve kept secrets from me for years. About who I am. Both you and Mom.” My voice started to tremble, and tears welled up in my eyes. I blinked them back, but more kept coming. “You kept secrets,” I repeated, my voice cracking. “Why?”He took a step back, bumping into his counter. He put his hands on the edge of the counter, gripping it tightly as he looked down at the floor. “Hazel…” he started, then stopped as he shook his head slowly.“Why?” I asked again, my voice rising. Tears streamed down my face now. I wiped at them with the back of my hand, but they kept falling again. “Why did you lie to me? Why did you keep all of this from me?”He
HAZELI found my feet carrying me toward Mr. Thompson's office before I could second-guess myself. The hallway felt longer than usual because Everything looked different now that I knew the truth about this town. Had the school always harbored so many secrets, or was I just now beginning to see them?I stopped at his door, my hand hovering over the handle. Through the frosted glass, I could see his silhouette moving about the room. Taking a deep breath, I knocked."Come in," his familiar voice called out.I pushed the door open, stepping into the cramped office filled with towering bookshelves and the scent of old paper. Mr. Thompson sat behind his desk, not looking up from the papers he was grading."I don't recall assigning any—" he began, then stopped abruptly as he finally looked up. His eyes immediately went to my neck, where my silver necklace usually rested. The necklace that was now absent."Well," he said softly, setting down his red pen. "This is unexpected.""Is it?" I chal
HAZEL POV"Amy?" I whispered, still trying to catch my breath. "What are you doing here? How did you—" I stopped mid-sentence, taking in her appearance. The bruises I remembered were gone, and there was a newfound strength in her stance. She didn't look like the broken omega I'd left behind."Shh," she pressed her finger to her lips again, glancing nervously toward the stairwell where Lucian and Katrina's voices still drifted up. "Not here. We need to be careful."I grabbed her arm, needing to know she was real. "But... you were chained up. I saw you. How did you escape?"A small smile played across her lips. "I didn't escape," she whispered. "Darryl freed me.""What?" The word came out louder than I intended, and Amy quickly shushed me again. "That's impossible," I continued in a lower voice. "Darryl was... he was..." I thought of him lying on the cabin floor, convulsing from Katrina's wolfsbane."He came for you," Amy said softly. "Hazel, he was barely alive when he found me. Whatev
HAZELAmy and I burst through the hospital doors, slightly out of breath from running. The lights over everything, made the white walls seem even more sterile and uninviting."Are you sure about this?" I asked Amy as we hurried down the corridor. "Even if Jake says Darryl didn't attack him, how does that prove anything about the other girls?"Amy grabbed my arm, forcing me to stop. "Don't you see? If Jake confirms Darryl didn't hurt him, it shows there's reasonable doubt. The police built their whole case on the pattern of violence, starting with Jake's attack."I shook my head. "That's a pretty big maybe, Amy.""It's better than nothing," she insisted. "And right now, nothing is all Darryl has."We reached Jake's room - Room 342. I remembered it clearly from my last visit, when he'd been lying there unconscious, machines beeping steadily around him. But now...The room was empty. The bed was stripped bare and the machines were silent."This can't be right," I muttered, double-checkin
HAZELThe streetlights were just beginning to fade when I pulled into the police station parking lot at 6:45 AM. The morning air was crisp, and wisps of fog curled around the few cars scattered across the lot. Most of them I recognized – my father's cruiser wasn't among them, thank goodness.My footsteps echoed through the empty corridor as I made my way to my father's office. Officer Sarah had texted that she'd meet me there, but for now, the station felt eerily quiet. Most officers wouldn't arrive for another hour, giving us the privacy we needed to review the case.I was about to sit on one of the hard plastic chairs outside my father's office when voices drifted through the partially open door. I froze, recognizing my father's voice among them."The evidence you brought us was crucial," he was saying. "Without those photographs, we might never have built a strong enough case.""I just did what needed to be done," a familiar voice responded, though I couldn't quite place it. "He ha
HAZEL POVI burst into the classroom, already forming an apology to Mr. Thompson in my head, only to stop dead in my tracks. Instead of his familiar face, Mrs. Parker stood at the front of the room, her steel-rimmed glasses perched precariously on her nose."Miss LièRén," she said, drawing out each syllable. "How late of you again."My cheeks burned as every head in the class turned toward me. I'd rushed to Mr. Thompson's office first thing this morning, those damning photographs burning a hole in my bag, only to find his office dark and empty."I'm sorry, Mrs. Parker. I thought we had—""History?" She arched an eyebrow. "Mr. Thompson called in sick today. Though I must say, your attendance record lately has been... concerning." She consulted a sheet on her desk. "Three absences last week, and late twice this week already."I shifted uncomfortably, aware of the weight of those photographs in my bag. How could I explain that I was trying to prove my werewolf mate wasn't a serial killer
HAZELAmy's eyes widened as she realized what she'd just said. "I mean... I don't really know much about Maria Chen or her sister. It was before my time at school. I just remember hearing whispers about it, you know how people talk..."I leaned forward, my heart racing. "Amy, please. Anything you remember could help."She twisted her hands in her lap, looking uncomfortable. "It's all just rumors, really. They say Gracia was really popular, kind of like Katrina is now. She dated Darryl briefly when they were freshmen, and then..." She trailed off, shrugging helplessly. "She disappeared. They found her body in the woods a few weeks later.""And Maria? What happened to her?""She was only in elementary school when it happened. Their parents... they couldn't handle it. Sent Maria to live with relatives for a while. She just started here this year." Amy glanced around the cafeteria nervously. "That's all I know, I swear."I sat back, my mind spinning. Maria – she must know something. The w
HAZEL POVI held my breath as Jared and Mr. Thompson stared each other down. The rest of the class had gone completely silent – you could have heard a pin drop.My classmates shifted uncomfortably in their seats, picking up on the hostility between the two men."Mr. Thompson," Jared finally broke the silence, his voice carefully controlled. "May I have a word?"Mr. Thompson's hand went to his neck, touching the bandage there. "Of course, Chief LièRén. Class, please read pages 45-50 while I step out."I pretended to open my textbook, but my eyes followed them as they left the room. The moment the door closed, whispers erupted around me."Did you see that?" Madison Peters leaned across her desk, practically vibrating with excitement. "Why is the mayor here?""It has to be about Darryl," Chase Wilson chimed in from behind me. "First Thompson disappears for a day, now this?""My mom works at city hall," Emma Rodriguez whispered. "She says the mayor's been making all these weird private ca
HAZEL POVI watched Lucian carefully as he studied the photo of the claw marks, his brow furrowed in concentration. The late afternoon light filtering through Amy's cabin windows cast shadows across his face, making his expression hard to read.Finally, he looked up, shaking his head. "No," he said firmly. "This isn't Darryl's style.""What do you mean?" I asked, trying to keep the hope from creeping into my voice."Look, I've seen Darryl lose control during practice," Lucian explained, running a hand through his hair. "He gets... intense. Aggressive, even. There was this one time he nearly put Jake in the hospital during a particularly rough scrimmage." He paused, collecting his thoughts. "But this?" He gestured to the photos. "This is too too precise. When Darryl loses it, it's raw, uncontrolled. He doesn't plan things out like this."Relief flooded through me, making my knees weak. I sank onto Amy's worn couch, letting out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. "So you believ
HAZELI stiffened in surprise as Lucian's arms wrapped around me in an unexpected hug. The gesture felt oddly intimate, and I had to force myself not to pull away too abruptly. "Okay, okay," I laughed awkwardly, gently pulling away. "What was that for?"Lucian ran a hand through his hair, looking slightly embarrassed. "Sorry, I just... I'm really glad you're letting me help. I know things have been... weird lately.""Weird is an understatement," I muttered, gesturing for him to follow me up the path. As we walked, I noticed how his eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in every detail of the heavily wooded area. He moved with an odd familiarity, like he knew exactly where to step to avoid the muddy patches."Have you been here before?" I asked, trying to keep my voice casual."What? No," he answered quickly. "Just good at reading terrain, I guess. All those camping trips with my dad."I raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you go camping?""There's a lot you don't know about me, Hazel,"
HAZEL POVI looked at each of them one by one, taking in their predatory stances and expressions. Five massive werewolves plus Katrina - not great odds, but I wasn't about to show fear."You want me to reject Darryl?" I asked, keeping my voice light. "Why didn't you just say so? I'm totally ready to do that."Katrina's smile made my stomach turn. "Really? Just like that?""Just like that." I gave her my best innocent look. "How exactly do I do it? Is there like a special werewolf ceremony or something?""It's simple," Katrina said, clearly enjoying herself. "You just say 'I' followed by your full name, then 'reject Darryl Hale as my future alpha and mate.'""Oh, that's easy enough!" I took a deep breath as I made a show of preparing myself. "I, Hazel... um, wait." I furrowed my brow in fake confusion. "What's my surname again? All this stress has made me so forgetful."One of Katrina's goons growled. "Are you playing with us?""No, no!" I held up my hands. "I genuinely forgot. Help me
HAZELAmy's eyes widened as she realized what she'd just said. "I mean... I don't really know much about Maria Chen or her sister. It was before my time at school. I just remember hearing whispers about it, you know how people talk..."I leaned forward, my heart racing. "Amy, please. Anything you remember could help."She twisted her hands in her lap, looking uncomfortable. "It's all just rumors, really. They say Gracia was really popular, kind of like Katrina is now. She dated Darryl briefly when they were freshmen, and then..." She trailed off, shrugging helplessly. "She disappeared. They found her body in the woods a few weeks later.""And Maria? What happened to her?""She was only in elementary school when it happened. Their parents... they couldn't handle it. Sent Maria to live with relatives for a while. She just started here this year." Amy glanced around the cafeteria nervously. "That's all I know, I swear."I sat back, my mind spinning. Maria – she must know something. The w
HAZEL POVI burst into the classroom, already forming an apology to Mr. Thompson in my head, only to stop dead in my tracks. Instead of his familiar face, Mrs. Parker stood at the front of the room, her steel-rimmed glasses perched precariously on her nose."Miss LièRén," she said, drawing out each syllable. "How late of you again."My cheeks burned as every head in the class turned toward me. I'd rushed to Mr. Thompson's office first thing this morning, those damning photographs burning a hole in my bag, only to find his office dark and empty."I'm sorry, Mrs. Parker. I thought we had—""History?" She arched an eyebrow. "Mr. Thompson called in sick today. Though I must say, your attendance record lately has been... concerning." She consulted a sheet on her desk. "Three absences last week, and late twice this week already."I shifted uncomfortably, aware of the weight of those photographs in my bag. How could I explain that I was trying to prove my werewolf mate wasn't a serial killer
HAZELThe streetlights were just beginning to fade when I pulled into the police station parking lot at 6:45 AM. The morning air was crisp, and wisps of fog curled around the few cars scattered across the lot. Most of them I recognized – my father's cruiser wasn't among them, thank goodness.My footsteps echoed through the empty corridor as I made my way to my father's office. Officer Sarah had texted that she'd meet me there, but for now, the station felt eerily quiet. Most officers wouldn't arrive for another hour, giving us the privacy we needed to review the case.I was about to sit on one of the hard plastic chairs outside my father's office when voices drifted through the partially open door. I froze, recognizing my father's voice among them."The evidence you brought us was crucial," he was saying. "Without those photographs, we might never have built a strong enough case.""I just did what needed to be done," a familiar voice responded, though I couldn't quite place it. "He ha
HAZELAmy and I burst through the hospital doors, slightly out of breath from running. The lights over everything, made the white walls seem even more sterile and uninviting."Are you sure about this?" I asked Amy as we hurried down the corridor. "Even if Jake says Darryl didn't attack him, how does that prove anything about the other girls?"Amy grabbed my arm, forcing me to stop. "Don't you see? If Jake confirms Darryl didn't hurt him, it shows there's reasonable doubt. The police built their whole case on the pattern of violence, starting with Jake's attack."I shook my head. "That's a pretty big maybe, Amy.""It's better than nothing," she insisted. "And right now, nothing is all Darryl has."We reached Jake's room - Room 342. I remembered it clearly from my last visit, when he'd been lying there unconscious, machines beeping steadily around him. But now...The room was empty. The bed was stripped bare and the machines were silent."This can't be right," I muttered, double-checkin
HAZEL POV"Amy?" I whispered, still trying to catch my breath. "What are you doing here? How did you—" I stopped mid-sentence, taking in her appearance. The bruises I remembered were gone, and there was a newfound strength in her stance. She didn't look like the broken omega I'd left behind."Shh," she pressed her finger to her lips again, glancing nervously toward the stairwell where Lucian and Katrina's voices still drifted up. "Not here. We need to be careful."I grabbed her arm, needing to know she was real. "But... you were chained up. I saw you. How did you escape?"A small smile played across her lips. "I didn't escape," she whispered. "Darryl freed me.""What?" The word came out louder than I intended, and Amy quickly shushed me again. "That's impossible," I continued in a lower voice. "Darryl was... he was..." I thought of him lying on the cabin floor, convulsing from Katrina's wolfsbane."He came for you," Amy said softly. "Hazel, he was barely alive when he found me. Whatev