Bella’s POVIt's a new day as a cleaner and still trying to figure out what I'm going to do with my life. The mop handle dug into my blistered palm as I wrung it one more time into the rusty bucket. My back screamed. My feet burned. The stench of bleach mixed with old food and something I didn’t even want to identify clung to my clothes like a second skin. Another day. Another shift that felt like punishment.“Girl, you missed a spot under table six,” my supervisor barked from across the room.“I got it,” I muttered, forcing my body toward the shadowy corner of the cafeteria.The mop sloshed loudly in the puddle, it was the only sound aside from the faint hum of the dishwasher in the kitchen. My hands were trembling again. I hadn’t eaten since yesterday, and my wolf—though suppressed in this foreign human town—whined low inside me.A voice near the door made me stiffen.“That girl’s weird. Doesn’t even talk. She just shows up, works like a mule, and disappears.”“I heard she sleeps i
Bella’s POV “Keep it to yourself,” I said quickly. “Please.”“Hey, no judgment here.” She held up her hands. “If anything, you’ve just made things more interesting around here.”We sat in silence for a bit. Then she said, “You hungry?”I laughed softly. “Always.”“I saved a pack of crackers from dinner. Wanna split?”“Please.”We shared the crackers like they were a royal feast. It wasn’t much, but sitting beside someone who didn’t look at me like I was insane or dangerous… it made things a little easier to bear.That night, I lay on the bunk staring at the ceiling, listening to June’s steady breathing. For the first time in days, I didn’t feel completely alone.And I had no idea what tomorrow would bring. But I knew I’d face it. Somehow.***Sunlight spilled through the window, warming my face. I blinked, groaning softly as my body reminded me of every ache from the day before. The mattress beneath me wasn’t soft, but it beat the cold concrete of an alley.“Rise and shine, sleepyhea
Bella’s POVI later left for work and spent the whole day trying to clean as much as I could. Not as if it would add to my daily pay but I hoped that my boss might tip me. “You trust her too easily.” my wolf whispered in my head again. My wolf. Restless.“I don’t have a choice,” I replied telepathically, wiping down the counter with more force than needed. “She’s the only one who’s even looked at me like I wasn’t trash.”“You don’t know her. Her scent—she hides something.”“Then we watch. We stay alert.” I paused, pretending to scrub a tough stain while I focused inward. “I’m not walking away from a clean bed and real food because you're spooked.”“You’re spooked too,” my wolf snapped.“Yeah,” I admitted. “But I’m also tired.”The kitchen door swung open behind me. I jumped slightly, snapping out of my head.“There you are!” June’s voice was all sunshine and mischief. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”“I’ve been working,” I said, brushing hair out of my eyes. “The dishes don’t
Bella’s POVJune pushed between two girls and got in front of them. “Enough!”Keisha shoved her. “Back off, dyke!”That did it.June didn’t flinch. “Try that again.”Jayla paused, chest heaving. Keisha stepped forward, but someone—finally—stormed in from the hallway. A shelter worker, tall and irritated.“Break it up!”Both girls were yanked apart. Keisha was dragged toward the office, still screaming. Jayla slumped to the floor, hand covering her face, shaking.“Are you okay?” I knelt beside her.“Fine,” she muttered, then sniffed. “She always targets me. I didn’t take her stupid stuff.”“Why didn’t you just tell someone?” I asked.“They don’t care,” she snapped, voice cracking.June crouched beside us. “They’ll separate you two now. You’ll have space to breathe.”Jayla didn’t answer. She just wiped her lip and looked away.Later that night, as things settled, June leaned against the wall next to me.“Fights are normal around here,” she said quietly. “People snap, no rules. Just surv
Sage POV I could hear the wind. It brushed through the trees like whispers from a world that no longer wanted me. The forest stretched endlessly ahead, shadows were thick, the scent of damp soil and fallen leaves choked the air. I moved slowly at first, cautious. My limbs weren’t entirely mine. They obeyed, but there was a delay—like my beast and I weren’t completely synced. Still, I kept moving.A snap echoed through the woods. I froze and my ears twitched, nostrils flared. I heard footsteps.Far… but not far enough.I turned my head toward the east. There it was again. A shuffle. A crunch. The faint rustle of paws dragging over dry leaves. I sniffed the air. That scent—bittersweet and sharp like aged pine and copper.Malrick. And he wasn’t alone.I backed into the shade of a large tree and crouched low. My claws sank into the soft earth as I flattened my frame. They were closer now—still maybe half a mile off, but gaining. I heard their voices echo in my head as they spoke through
Malrick POV The woods were quiet—just too quiet. The moonlight barely reached the forest floor, blocked by a thick ceiling of gnarled branches. I stood where we last caught his scent, my claws dug into the dirt, breaths fogged the air in short bursts. The others were scattered around, sniffing, pacing, looking to me for direction.“He couldn’t have gotten far,” I growled, more to myself than anyone else. But even I knew that was a lie. That thing Sage had become wasn’t just fast—it was unnatural.One of the guards, Daven, stepped up beside me. “We should’ve cornered him last night. We had the numbers.”“We didn’t know what we were up against,” I snapped.He fell silent. The truth was, I didn’t either. That form Sage took… It wasn't a wolf, it wasn't a Lycan. It was something else. Bigger. Stronger. Wrong. His eyes had glowed brighter than any I’d seen, like the moon itself had set up camp in his skull.I flexed my hands, trying to forget how it felt when he looked at me. Like I was p
Malrick’s POV The smell hit me first—burning fur, blood, and rage. I shoved through the underbrush, shifting fully into my wolf form, claws extended, senses heightened. The screams ahead made my heart pound, but not out of fear. Out of fury."Move!" I barked at the guards flanking me. "Circle the east wing. Don’t let any of those bastards slip through!"They growled in unison, taking off toward the dense trees where the rogue scent was thickest.I launched myself onto the ridge overlooking the eastern wall. Chaos below. Smoke curled into the dawn sky, and wolves clashed in frenzied combat. Elders ran, children shrieked. The rogues were coordinated—too coordinated for mindless beasts.“What the hell…” I muttered, eyes narrowing.A large wolf slammed into one of our guards below, snapping its neck in one move. I growled and lunged from the ridge, landing hard beside the corpse.“Bastards!” I grunted. I tore into the rogue’s side, claws raking deep, fangs locking into its throat. It di
Malrick’s POVI summoned the guards and we all went out in search of Sage. The fabric was torn, muddied, half-buried beneath a bed of leaves. But I’d know that scent anywhere.“Sage,” I muttered.The guards behind me caught the scent too. Joran shifted closer, sniffing the air. “It’s fresh. Hours old, maybe.”I crouched, my fingers brushed the darkened cloak. It was soaked—part blood, part mud. But what caught me was the claw marks—deep, violent tears across the chest. He was injured. Badly.“Fan out,” I ordered, rising. “Stay in your wolf forms. Follow the blood. He’s close.”We shifted almost in unison, the crack of bones and stretch of limbs swallowed by the night. My wolf surged beneath my skin, hungry for the scent. Betrayal stung like acid in my gut. Sage, my Alpha, my friend once. But that creature he’d become? It wasn’t him anymore. He needed to be stopped.We moved in silence through the trees, the scent trail sharp now. Blood. Sweat. Burnt flesh.“He’s slowing,” Laren’s vo
Malrick’s POVLuthor began. “You believe Sage is a threat.”“I do.”“Yet you brought him back alive.”“Because we’re not killers. We give every wolf a chance to defend himself.”Mireya folded her arms. “So defend your position.”I laid it out: the beast form, the attack on my guards, the rogue-like behavior, the erratic aura Sage had been radiating for weeks.“This isn’t the wolf we trained with,” I said. “He’s something else. Maybe cursed, maybe bitten by something we don’t understand. But if we wait until he loses control inside the pack house, we’ll all regret it.”“Do you suggest exile?” Brannic asked.“No,” I said. “Containment.”Their eyes shifted.“You’d make a prisoner of your Alpha?”“He’s no Alpha,” I said firmly. “Not anymore.”The room fell silent. Then Mireya nodded slowly. “We’ll see what he says tonight.”“He won’t talk,” I muttered.“Then that will speak for him.”The meeting ended at dusk. I walked back to the basement with a grin that wouldn’t leave my face.This was
Malrick’s POVI summoned the guards and we all went out in search of Sage. The fabric was torn, muddied, half-buried beneath a bed of leaves. But I’d know that scent anywhere.“Sage,” I muttered.The guards behind me caught the scent too. Joran shifted closer, sniffing the air. “It’s fresh. Hours old, maybe.”I crouched, my fingers brushed the darkened cloak. It was soaked—part blood, part mud. But what caught me was the claw marks—deep, violent tears across the chest. He was injured. Badly.“Fan out,” I ordered, rising. “Stay in your wolf forms. Follow the blood. He’s close.”We shifted almost in unison, the crack of bones and stretch of limbs swallowed by the night. My wolf surged beneath my skin, hungry for the scent. Betrayal stung like acid in my gut. Sage, my Alpha, my friend once. But that creature he’d become? It wasn’t him anymore. He needed to be stopped.We moved in silence through the trees, the scent trail sharp now. Blood. Sweat. Burnt flesh.“He’s slowing,” Laren’s vo
Malrick’s POV The smell hit me first—burning fur, blood, and rage. I shoved through the underbrush, shifting fully into my wolf form, claws extended, senses heightened. The screams ahead made my heart pound, but not out of fear. Out of fury."Move!" I barked at the guards flanking me. "Circle the east wing. Don’t let any of those bastards slip through!"They growled in unison, taking off toward the dense trees where the rogue scent was thickest.I launched myself onto the ridge overlooking the eastern wall. Chaos below. Smoke curled into the dawn sky, and wolves clashed in frenzied combat. Elders ran, children shrieked. The rogues were coordinated—too coordinated for mindless beasts.“What the hell…” I muttered, eyes narrowing.A large wolf slammed into one of our guards below, snapping its neck in one move. I growled and lunged from the ridge, landing hard beside the corpse.“Bastards!” I grunted. I tore into the rogue’s side, claws raking deep, fangs locking into its throat. It di
Malrick POV The woods were quiet—just too quiet. The moonlight barely reached the forest floor, blocked by a thick ceiling of gnarled branches. I stood where we last caught his scent, my claws dug into the dirt, breaths fogged the air in short bursts. The others were scattered around, sniffing, pacing, looking to me for direction.“He couldn’t have gotten far,” I growled, more to myself than anyone else. But even I knew that was a lie. That thing Sage had become wasn’t just fast—it was unnatural.One of the guards, Daven, stepped up beside me. “We should’ve cornered him last night. We had the numbers.”“We didn’t know what we were up against,” I snapped.He fell silent. The truth was, I didn’t either. That form Sage took… It wasn't a wolf, it wasn't a Lycan. It was something else. Bigger. Stronger. Wrong. His eyes had glowed brighter than any I’d seen, like the moon itself had set up camp in his skull.I flexed my hands, trying to forget how it felt when he looked at me. Like I was p
Sage POV I could hear the wind. It brushed through the trees like whispers from a world that no longer wanted me. The forest stretched endlessly ahead, shadows were thick, the scent of damp soil and fallen leaves choked the air. I moved slowly at first, cautious. My limbs weren’t entirely mine. They obeyed, but there was a delay—like my beast and I weren’t completely synced. Still, I kept moving.A snap echoed through the woods. I froze and my ears twitched, nostrils flared. I heard footsteps.Far… but not far enough.I turned my head toward the east. There it was again. A shuffle. A crunch. The faint rustle of paws dragging over dry leaves. I sniffed the air. That scent—bittersweet and sharp like aged pine and copper.Malrick. And he wasn’t alone.I backed into the shade of a large tree and crouched low. My claws sank into the soft earth as I flattened my frame. They were closer now—still maybe half a mile off, but gaining. I heard their voices echo in my head as they spoke through
Bella’s POVJune pushed between two girls and got in front of them. “Enough!”Keisha shoved her. “Back off, dyke!”That did it.June didn’t flinch. “Try that again.”Jayla paused, chest heaving. Keisha stepped forward, but someone—finally—stormed in from the hallway. A shelter worker, tall and irritated.“Break it up!”Both girls were yanked apart. Keisha was dragged toward the office, still screaming. Jayla slumped to the floor, hand covering her face, shaking.“Are you okay?” I knelt beside her.“Fine,” she muttered, then sniffed. “She always targets me. I didn’t take her stupid stuff.”“Why didn’t you just tell someone?” I asked.“They don’t care,” she snapped, voice cracking.June crouched beside us. “They’ll separate you two now. You’ll have space to breathe.”Jayla didn’t answer. She just wiped her lip and looked away.Later that night, as things settled, June leaned against the wall next to me.“Fights are normal around here,” she said quietly. “People snap, no rules. Just surv
Bella’s POVI later left for work and spent the whole day trying to clean as much as I could. Not as if it would add to my daily pay but I hoped that my boss might tip me. “You trust her too easily.” my wolf whispered in my head again. My wolf. Restless.“I don’t have a choice,” I replied telepathically, wiping down the counter with more force than needed. “She’s the only one who’s even looked at me like I wasn’t trash.”“You don’t know her. Her scent—she hides something.”“Then we watch. We stay alert.” I paused, pretending to scrub a tough stain while I focused inward. “I’m not walking away from a clean bed and real food because you're spooked.”“You’re spooked too,” my wolf snapped.“Yeah,” I admitted. “But I’m also tired.”The kitchen door swung open behind me. I jumped slightly, snapping out of my head.“There you are!” June’s voice was all sunshine and mischief. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”“I’ve been working,” I said, brushing hair out of my eyes. “The dishes don’t
Bella’s POV “Keep it to yourself,” I said quickly. “Please.”“Hey, no judgment here.” She held up her hands. “If anything, you’ve just made things more interesting around here.”We sat in silence for a bit. Then she said, “You hungry?”I laughed softly. “Always.”“I saved a pack of crackers from dinner. Wanna split?”“Please.”We shared the crackers like they were a royal feast. It wasn’t much, but sitting beside someone who didn’t look at me like I was insane or dangerous… it made things a little easier to bear.That night, I lay on the bunk staring at the ceiling, listening to June’s steady breathing. For the first time in days, I didn’t feel completely alone.And I had no idea what tomorrow would bring. But I knew I’d face it. Somehow.***Sunlight spilled through the window, warming my face. I blinked, groaning softly as my body reminded me of every ache from the day before. The mattress beneath me wasn’t soft, but it beat the cold concrete of an alley.“Rise and shine, sleepyhea
Bella’s POVIt's a new day as a cleaner and still trying to figure out what I'm going to do with my life. The mop handle dug into my blistered palm as I wrung it one more time into the rusty bucket. My back screamed. My feet burned. The stench of bleach mixed with old food and something I didn’t even want to identify clung to my clothes like a second skin. Another day. Another shift that felt like punishment.“Girl, you missed a spot under table six,” my supervisor barked from across the room.“I got it,” I muttered, forcing my body toward the shadowy corner of the cafeteria.The mop sloshed loudly in the puddle, it was the only sound aside from the faint hum of the dishwasher in the kitchen. My hands were trembling again. I hadn’t eaten since yesterday, and my wolf—though suppressed in this foreign human town—whined low inside me.A voice near the door made me stiffen.“That girl’s weird. Doesn’t even talk. She just shows up, works like a mule, and disappears.”“I heard she sleeps i