I wake up, gasping for air, my body drenched in cold sweat. My heart is racing, my chest aching like someone drove a dagger straight through me. Everything feels... wrong. The world around me is blurred, distorted, like a nightmare I can’t wake up from. But this isn’t a dream—it’s real. The shadow, the voice, the cold... it was all real.I blink, trying to focus. I’m lying on the ground, and the sky above me is a deep, bruised purple, the sun barely touching the horizon. The forest is quiet, eerily still, like the calm before a storm.“Cheryl!”Luke’s voice cuts through the fog in my head, and I turn to see him hovering over me, his face etched with worry and panic. His eyes are wild, his hair disheveled like he’s been running his hands through it over and over. He looks terrified, and that alone makes my stomach churn.“What... what happened?” My voice is weak, barely a whisper, but the fear in it is unmistakable.“You collapsed,” Luke says, his voice shaky. “You screamed, and then..
“Cheryl, get down!” Luke’s voice comes through with a sharp edge of command, even as he lunges toward the intruder.I dive to the side, hitting the floor hard and feeling a sharp sting in my shoulder. The pain is nothing compared to the rush of adrenaline coursing through me. I push myself up, trying to get a better look at what’s happening. The hunter is clad in dark, tactical gear, their face hidden by a mask. The room’s shadows seem to cling to them, amplifying their menacing presence.The hunter’s eyes scan the room, cold and calculating. They spot me, and for a moment, their gaze seems to pierce right through me. There’s a flicker of recognition, but then they’re turning their attention back to Luke. The hunter pulls out a weapon—a sleek, silver blade with intricate engravings that catch the light. Luke, in wolf form, is a blur of powerful muscle and fur, but the hunter’s movements are equally swift and precise. They dodge Luke’s powerful swipes with ease, their blade slicing th
As we step outside, the night air hits us, cool and tinged with the acrid scent of smoke. The sounds of sirens grow louder, but they’re not the only thing I hear. In the distance, I can make out the shouts of the hunters rallying their forces. The attack on the building was clearly just a prelude to something larger.“We need to get to the command center,” Luke says, his voice steady despite the chaos around us. “We need to coordinate with the other packs and figure out what’s next.”We rush to the command center, where the remaining pack members are already regrouping. The room is abuzz with activity as they sift through reports and plan their next move. The tension in the air is palpable, and I can see the strain on everyone’s faces.“We’ve had reports of multiple attacks across the city,” one of the pack members says, their voice tense. “It looks like the hunters are launching a full-scale assault.”Luke’s jaw tightens, and he turns to me, his eyes filled with a mix of worry and re
When we finally pull away, there’s a shared understanding in our eyes. We’re both on edge, and the danger is far from over, but for this brief moment, we’re just Luke and Cheryl—two people who have fought so hard to be together, finding solace in each other.“I missed you,” I admit, my voice barely more than a whisper. Luke’s expression softens, his eyes never leaving mine. “I missed you too. And I’m sorry for everything that’s happened. I just—” He’s cut off by the sudden arrival of the rest of the pack, their faces drawn and tired but relieved to see us. “Cheryl! Luke!” Callum’s voice cuts through the night, filled with urgency and concern. “Are you both alright?”Luke turns to address him, his arm still around me, grounding me in the midst of the chaos. “We’re fine. We got Raina out, but we need to regroup and figure out our next move. The hunters won’t stop. They’re more dangerous than we thought.”Callum nods, his face set in determined lines. “We’re on it. The others are secu
The weight of Raina's revelations hangs heavy in the air as we regroup. I watch as the pack members process the new information, their faces a mix of disbelief and determination. The intensity of the situation has ramped up another notch, and I can feel the pressure mounting with each passing minute.Cheryl stands beside me, her hand clasped tightly in mine. Her touch is a grounding force, a reminder of what we’re fighting for. Despite the chaos and uncertainty, having her close brings me a sense of calm. Her eyes are fixed on Raina, and I can see the wheels turning in her mind as she tries to absorb the magnitude of the situation.“Okay,” I say, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “We need a plan. Raina, you mentioned breaking the enchantment on the locket. How do we do that?”Raina takes a deep breath, her expression serious. “The locket is enchanted with a powerful binding spell. To break it, we need to perform a counter-ritual that requires specific ingredients and a signi
The tension in the air is almost unbearable as the leader of the hunters steps into the clearing. His presence is imposing, and the sheer aura of menace that surrounds him makes it clear that he’s not here just to observe. I can feel the weight of the situation pressing down on me, and every instinct tells me that we’re on the brink of something monumental.The pack members, still recovering from the earlier skirmish, immediately fall into a defensive stance. I can see the determination in their eyes, reflecting my own anxiety and resolve. We’ve come too far to falter now. The ritual is nearly complete, and the stakes have never been higher.The leader of the hunters strides purposefully towards the ritual site, his movements deliberate and precise. He’s tall, clad in dark, heavy armor, and his face is obscured by a hood. His eyes, however, are visible and gleam with a cold, calculating intelligence. There’s something almost otherworldly about him, and I can sense that he’s more than
Every muscle in my body felt taut with anticipation. The plan we had been meticulously crafting over the past weeks was finally coming to fruition. Our strategy was built on the intel we’d gathered, the betrayals uncovered, and the relentless pursuit of the truth. We were ready. Or as ready as we could be.“Cheryl,” I called softly, catching her in the middle of organizing supplies. Her eyes, though tired, still shone with determination. She looked up, her expression mixing exhaustion with a fierce resolve.“Hey,” she said, offering a tired smile. “Everything’s coming together. Just trying to make sure we have everything we need.”I nodded, stepping closer and resting a hand on her shoulder. “I know it’s been tough, but you’ve done an incredible job. We all have. The pieces are finally falling into place.”Her eyes met mine, a flicker of something deep and unspoken passing between us. “And what about you?” she asked. “How are you holding up?”I took a deep breath. “I’m okay. Focused.
The ground beneath my feet seemed to shift as his words sunk in. Before I could process what he meant, a sudden wave of dizziness hit me like a hammer. My vision blurred for a moment, and when it cleared, everything around me seemed…darker, as though the world had been plunged into shadow.“What…?” I gasped, my voice barely audible. I swayed on my feet, fighting to stay upright.“You feel it, don’t you?” Donovan said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “That’s the darkness reaching out to you, Cheryl. It’s been waiting for you.”I struggled to steady myself, the strange weight pressing down on me, making it harder to breathe. But I fought it. I had to. Luke and the pack were counting on me.But as I took a shaky step forward, something changed. The ground beneath me wasn’t solid anymore. It felt like sinking into quicksand. The battlefield disappeared, swallowed by darkness, and suddenly, I was alone—adrift in an endless void.Panic clawed at my chest. Where am I? What’s happening?
As we all moved to the reception area, the atmosphere was filled with laughter and chatter. Raina and Callum were recounting their own milestones, and Cillian was engaged in a deep conversation with some of the pack members. The sense of unity and celebration was palpable, and it felt like the culmination of so many struggles and victories.I took Cheryl’s hand, pulling her gently aside from the crowd. “Can we talk for a moment?”She looked at me with a mix of curiosity and amusement. “Sure, what’s up?”We walked to a quieter corner of the airstrip, where the sound of the crowd was a distant murmur. I glanced around to ensure we had some privacy before turning back to her. “I just wanted to say how incredibly proud I am of you. This day, this achievement—everything you’ve worked for—it’s amazing.”Cheryl’s cheeks flushed with a pink hue. “It means a lot to hear you say that. I’ve worked so hard, and sometimes I wasn’t sure if it would all be worth it.”“It’s more than worth it,” I sai
We settled onto the couch, my head resting on Luke’s shoulder as he flipped through the channels. He landed on a cheesy action movie that promised endless explosions and improbable heroics. The sheer absurdity of it all was exactly what I needed to distract me from the tangled mess of emotions that had been swirling inside me.Luke grabbed the remote and turned up the volume, the sound of gunfire and dramatic music filling the room. “Prepare yourself,” he said with a grin. “This is about to get incredibly ridiculous.”I laughed, feeling the tension in my shoulders begin to ease. “I’m ready. After today, I think I can handle just about anything, including whatever this movie throws at us.”He pulled me closer, his arm wrapping around me in a protective cocoon. “I’m not sure if I should warn you that there’s going to be some serious plot twists or just let you be surprised.”“Surprise me,” I said, snuggling in against him. “I could use a good laugh.”As the movie progressed, it quickly
The evening felt like the perfect reunion. My parents sat comfortably on the couch, their familiar presence filling the room with warmth and ease. The scent of Luke’s takeout still lingered in the air, mixing with the smell of freshly brewed tea. My mother, Muna, looked more relaxed than she had in months, her dark hair tucked behind her ear as she chatted animatedly with Luke about the city. My father, Ray, though still recovering from the injury inflicted by the wolf hunters, was a quieter but solid presence, his health having visibly improved since the last time I saw him. The sight of him sitting there, looking healthy and at peace, made my heart feel full."You know, Cheryl," my dad began, breaking from his usual quiet demeanor, "there was a time I wasn't sure I'd get to see this—us sitting together like this. I owe a lot of that to you."His words hit me like a soft blow to the chest. I smiled, though there was a lump in my throat. "Dad, you don’t owe me anything. I was just doi
As I dig into the takeout, I catch Luke watching me with that soft, adoring expression that always makes my heart do a little flip. The food is good, and the company is better. After a long day of classes, this is exactly what I need—a quiet evening with Luke, no stress, no pressure, just… us.We settle into a comfortable silence as we eat, the clatter of chopsticks and the hum of the city outside filling the space. Luke’s arm rests on the back of the couch behind me, his warmth seeping into my skin. I lean back slightly, savoring the moment.“How was your day?” I ask, turning to look at him.He shrugs, his lips quirked into a half-smile. “Busy, but not too bad. Had a few meetings this morning, checked in with Callum and Raina this afternoon. Things at the pack are going well.”“Good,” I say, genuinely relieved to hear that. The pack’s been through so much, and knowing that Callum and Raina are slowly finding their footing again makes me happy. They deserve it.Luke looks at me for a
The sunlight spills through the windows, warming the small kitchen of my apartment as I stand at the counter, staring at the half-empty bag of flour. Baking was never really my thing, but after everything that’s happened, I’ve been wanting to try new things—things that make me feel normal, grounded, and more connected to life. But trying to bake cookies without knowing what I’m doing feels like an absolute disaster in progress."Cheryl?" Luke’s deep voice carries from the living room.I hear his footsteps approaching, and I turn just in time to see him leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, with that smirk that makes my stomach flip every time. His black T-shirt clings to his chest in all the right ways, and even though I’ve spent more time with him than I can count, my heart still skips a beat."What’s going on here?" He raises an eyebrow, glancing at the mess I’ve made of the kitchen—flour on the counter, the floor, and somehow even on me. He grins wider when he sees a streak
The sun’s just beginning to rise over the horizon as I pull into the small parking lot outside Cheryl’s apartment. It’s a modest place on the outskirts of the city, not too far from her aviation college but far enough to give her some space from the chaos of the pack. I kill the engine and take a moment to sit back in the driver’s seat, letting the quiet hum of the city wake up around me.It’s been a strange few months since the war ended. We’ve all been healing, some of us faster than others. Cheryl’s been pouring herself into her studies, and I can’t say I blame her. I think we all needed something to focus on after everything that went down. As for me, I’ve been doing my best to juggle a new kind of life—a life that’s split between being the Alpha of our pack and being by Cheryl’s side.Shifting between the city and the pack’s territory hasn’t been easy. I never realized how complicated it could get, managing the responsibilities of leading the pack while also figuring out how to r
The evening air is cool as it wraps around us, the early signs of autumn bringing a chill that makes me snuggle deeper into Luke’s embrace. His arms are warm and strong, holding me close as we stand on the porch of the pack house. The house itself is almost fully rebuilt now, the scaffolding mostly gone, the fresh wood standing proudly where the old had been torn away. It feels like a symbol of our own lives—patched together, but stronger than ever.I’m still riding the high of my first day at the Aviation College. The reality of it is finally sinking in. I’m really doing this. I’m going to become a pilot, something I’ve dreamed about for as long as I can remember. It feels surreal, like a part of me still doesn’t believe it’s possible. But Luke does. He’s believed in me all along.“How does it feel?” he asks, his voice soft as he rests his chin on top of my head.“Better than I could’ve imagined,” I murmur, closing my eyes and letting myself sink into the warmth of him. “I was so ner
The air is crisp as the early autumn wind sweeps through the trees, carrying with it the scent of wood smoke and damp earth. The pack house is finally taking shape again, the framework standing strong after weeks of intense work. There’s still a lot to do—windows to install, walls to paint, but it feels like progress, real progress. More than that, it feels like a reflection of where we all are. We’re all standing on firmer ground now, even if it still feels shaky sometimes.Luke’s been my rock through all of this, and it’s not lost on me how deeply we’ve both changed. Somewhere between the battles and rebuilding, we found each other in a way I never expected. Loving him has been the one steady thing when everything else was chaos. But as strong as my feelings for Luke are, there’s something else that’s been weighing on me, something I’ve been too scared to think about.I haven’t seen my parents since this whole nightmare started.When the conflict with the wolf hunters kicked into hi
Callum and Raina’s relationship is healing, too, though it’s a slower process. They’ve been spending more time together, talking quietly when they think no one is watching. Callum’s still wary—still hurting—but I can see the way he looks at her, the way his walls are slowly coming down.Raina knows that Callum needs time. She knows she can’t undo what’s been done, can’t erase the mistakes she made when she got involved with the hunters. But the way she moves around him now, careful but committed, shows how much she’s trying to make up for it. She never pushes too hard, never demands more than he can give, but she’s always there—steady, like a rock in the middle of a river. I respect that about her, even after everything that happened.Callum, though still guarded, is beginning to soften. It’s in the small things—the way he’ll linger when she talks to him, or how his eyes follow her when she’s near. I’ve known him for most of my life, and I can see the cracks forming in the wall he’s b