The morning sun cast a warm glow across Hazel's room, and as she stretched in her bed, she noticed the unusual brightness. Glancing at the clock, her eyes widened in surprise—it was already eleven. She couldn't recall the last time she had slept in so late, but the realization faded when her gaze drifted around the room.A burst of color caught her attention—a vibrant bouquet of flowers adorning her bedside table. Hazel's eyes sparkled with delight as she hopped out of bed to get a closer look. Amidst the blooms, a small note lay nestled.The note brought a smile to her face, and with a newfound excitement, Hazel jumped out of her bed. As she read the message, "Good morning. I hope you like the flowers," she arched her brows in surprise, trying to unravel the mystery of the anonymous sender. Perhaps Dimitry? She thought. After finishing her morning routine, Hazel dressed herself in a mustard mandala print top paired with a flowing blue skirt that fell gracefully to her knees. Ready to
Hazel felt an overwhelming sense of newness in this unfamiliar world swarming with supernatural beings, knowing that the man who brought her here was nearby offered a sense of comfort, providing reassurance in case things took an unexpected turn. Lyra, with an unwelcoming gesture, assigned Hazel tasks and handed her study materials. It was more like reliving her medical studies, only this time for supernatural beings. On her first day, Hazel found herself more interested in the orientations and the newfound friendship with Carol."Here is your identification card," Carol extended; a distant commotion echoed from the hallway, carrying news from the battleground.“Come on, let's go,” Carol urged, excitement evident in her voice.“Where?” Hazel questioned, intrigued by Carol's enthusiasm.“To the battleground, where our pack warriors used to get trained,” Carol explained, sprinting towards the glass walls that revealed the lively scene outside."I'm sorry if this sounds stupid, but what
For the past seven days, Hazel immersed herself in the excitement of her new adventurous job. Meanwhile, Wyatt delved into uncovering intriguing details about a hidden enemy.An unknown entity had conducted experiments on werewolves by introducing vampire blood into their system. This resulted in a significant slowdown of their healing powers. Despite postmortem examinations on four bodies, Wyatt's pack remained puzzled about how to trigger the werewolves' healing abilities and, more importantly, the identity and motives behind this mysterious manipulation. As Wyatt engaged in his routine morning business meeting, his thoughts were consumed by the upcoming discussion with Beta Aidan. A soft knock interrupted Wyatt's intense discussion with his warriors. Hazel cautiously peeked into his office, a reminder in her eyes about their impending hospital visit. Wyatt gestured for her to wait, immersed in guiding his team through the complexities of the looming threat.Hazel patiently waited
The morning sun cast a soft glow on the room as Hazel woke up quietly, her gaze shifting to Wyatt, who was still asleep next to her. She studied his face, but the trust she had started to build crumbled after yesterday's events. The sense of security shattered as questions lingered in her mind. How could he leave her there, exposed and vulnerable? Her pleas and screams went unheard, and the betrayal stung.A heaviness settled in her throat, and water blurred her vision as she grappled with a torrent of emotions. She questioned the path her life was taking, wondering if this was how she would spend her days. With a sigh, she grabbed her pillow and silently walked out, leaving Wyatt undisturbed.In the quiet of the morning, she prepared herself for the day at the hospital, each step carrying the weight of the unresolved tension between her and Wyatt. Descending to the breakfast table, her usual smile was absent. With no words exchanged, she quietly finished her breakfast, the atmosphere
Tears silently streamed down Hazel's face as she sat alone, her thoughts consumed by Wyatt. The weight of worry pressed on her, and a perplexing concern for him gripped her heart. As morning came, there was still no news of him, and Wyatt had been missing for more than twenty-four hours. Restlessly, she paced around the room, muttering to herself, "Where are you, Ruben? Where are you, Wyatt?" Every beat of her heart seemed to echo Wyatt's name, and the silence only intensified her anxiety. Hazel made a decision not to go to the hospital; her mind couldn't focus on her work amidst the worry for the man who seemed to be the only one she could trust. She messaged Carol, letting her know she wouldn't be coming in. As the minutes ticked by, and there was still no news of Wyatt, she found it increasingly challenging to compose herself. The growing unease settled in her chest, and the quiet of her surroundings intensified the worry.***The evening descended with an air of urgency as Ruben
Wyatt's footsteps echoed through the corridors as he marched towards the foreboding dungeons, his guards following silently in his wake. The night breeze whispered chilling groans, carrying with it the unmistakable scent of fear and suffering that stung his nostrils. Tears, urine, and blood were in the air, a dreadful symphony that guided him deeper into the shadows. Amidst the dim glow of torchlight, Wyatt's senses heightened. He didn't just hear his victim's cries; he felt them clawing at his conscience, igniting a primal thrill within him. Approaching the cell, he watched as the prisoner's eyes widened in recognition, a mix of fury and despair twisting his features."You!" The prisoner's voice cracked with raw emotion. Wyatt's lips curled into a cruel smile, relishing the power pulsing through his veins. "Me," he confirmed softly, the word dripping with malice."Why did you capture me here?" The vampire screeched, displaying the show of his unaccessible strength. The haunting light
Wyatt sauntered downstairs after getting ready for the day, his mind preoccupied with the looming confrontation with the vampire."Silas," he called out as he settled before him. He looked at Wyatt with concern, noticing an improvement from his condition the day before. "How's your wound?""Recovering," Wyatt replied, his tone reflecting a mixture of weariness and determination. "Tell me, what brings you here?"Silas leaned back, a hint of tension in his eyes as he delivered the news. "I came to inform you that our meeting with Beta Aidan is set, but there's a catch."Wyatt, sensing a hidden agenda, inquired, "And what would that be?""He wants us to meet in Pittsburgh," Silas asserted with a note of seriousness.Wyatt raised a questioning brow. "During the yearly summit?" Silas nodded curtly.The unspoken question wavered: "What is he planning?""I don’t know, but meeting at the yearly summit seems no harm to us," Silas hesitated, a furrow appearing on his forehead as he glanced away
Hazel hissed in pain as she watched blood droplets surface on her skin, causing Raul's hunger to surge uncontrollably. He couldn't resist the temptation and swiped at the blood, but his expression soon shifted to amusement. A sudden punch landed squarely on his face before he could fully process what was happening.Wyatt had returned to the mansion and immediately sensed danger in the air as soon as he stepped out of his car. The unmistakable scent of a vampire in need of water triggered his senses, prompting him to swiftly check the dungeons. The fear of losing Hazel clouded his thoughts, and the instinct to protect what belonged to him kicked in.Without hesitation, Wyatt pulled Hazel behind him and acted swiftly to save her in the blink of an eye."You bastard!" Raul's scream echoed as he lunged at Wyatt. Hazel snapped out of her daze, witnessing the fierce clash between the two powerful beings.Raul landed a knuckle punch on Wyatt's jaw, sending him sprawling to the ground. With a
Startled, she turned, meeting cyan-blue eyes. Wyatt's expression was a mix of happiness and hope, tinged with annoyance. He tried to calm down, but he hadn't slept all night. He'd been outside, feeling her presence, thinking about everything. How could a girl in this house be the golden wolf? And how could she be his mate? This place belonged to the woman who still had his heart, his wildflower. And then he saw her. He couldn't believe his eyes. Hazel was alive. When and how were questions for later? Right now, all he wanted was to hug her and tell her how much he missed her."You really thought I wouldn't find you?" His voice, low and rough, sent shivers down her spine as he approached her."How did you find me?" She stammered, her eyes wide with shock as he closed in on her personal space."How could I forget your scent, Hazel? How could I forget my wildflower?" His words seemed to hang in the air, filled with hope, but something was empty in her gaze.
"What? No, Aurum. You know..." Hazel's protest was cut short.As they dashed through the mountains, Hazel's pulse quickened. She reached out to stop Aurum, her voice tinged with urgency. "Wait, don't go."'Relax, Hazel. Remember, we're in our wolf forms. He won't recognize you.'They sprinted through the mountain, the mansion looming in the distance—a place where Hazel had been imprisoned once before. Her heart pounded as she tried to hold Aurum back."Wait," she urged. But their senses tingled with the presence of others, unseen but felt."The shiny wolf is there," a voice whispered.Aurum tensed, her golden fur bristling as she darted towards cover, Hazel hot on her heels.'We need to hide; they might pick up our scent,' Aurum whispered urgently, disappearing into the shadows."Who could smell us?" Hazel asked.'Maybe his pack or other wolves,' Aurum replied.Together, they sprinted towards the nearby stream, where Hazel and Wyatt had often lingered. They concealed themselves from t
Hazel's heart raced as she spotted the figure Aurum was thrilled about. Her steps faltered as she approached, anticipation tingling in her veins. But her eyes locked onto his face, her world crumbled. Clutching the nearby pillar for support, she stumbled behind the decorative plants before fleeing. She cupped her mouth, escaping the painful sight of encountering someone she never expected to see again. The ache in her chest brought back a flood of memories. She never imagined her wolf would lead her to Wyatt. How could he possibly be her mate? 'Hazel, what's wrong?' Aurum asked gently. Tears filled Hazel's eyes as she ran, her heart pounding with the urgency to escape Wyatt. She dashed into the restroom, breath ragged, collapsing against the door as tears streamed down her face.'What happened, Hazel?' Aurum's voice was soft, filled with concern.Hazel struggled to speak through her sobs. "He can't be our mate," she said.'Why?' Aurum inquired, trying to understand.Hazel's eyes clos
As they boarded the flight to Charlotte, Misty's excitement was evident. It was her first time venturing beyond her hometown. However, Hazel's mind was a battlefield of conflicting emotions. Memories of Wyatt's behavior resurfaced, stirring a mix of feelings within her.Driving towards her home, a two-hour journey, Aurum and Hazel exchanged silent conversation. Despite the emotional turmoil, there was a comforting familiarity in returning home. Hazel felt a tug of nostalgia, as if she'd been away for ages. Yet, beneath it all lurked a sense of dread. What if Wyatt discovered her secrets? How would he react? But amidst her doubts, a newfound confidence surged. With the strength of the wolf spirit within her, she felt empowered to face any challenge Wyatt posed.'If this Wyatt Romano dares to cause trouble,' Aurum's voice echoed in her mind, 'We'll give him a run for his money.'Hazel chuckled softly, catching Misty's curious gaze."What's so funny?" Misty asked.Hazel shrugged, a smile
"Let her go," Jenna pleaded, her voice soft but insistent.Zain glanced at her, a rush of emotions flooding through him, none of which he could quite grasp. He hadn't anticipated Hazel's sudden announcement about returning home. He had been so sure he had everything under control, waiting for her wolf to surface, believing he could handle it by marking her. But now, faced with this unexpected twist, he realized he wasn't prepared."How could you even consider that, Mom?" He struggled to maintain his composure, fighting the urge to lose it."You promised her. She's free to make her own decisions. I'm certain now that she's accepted your proposal, she wanted to tell her parents and get their approval like any good daughter," Jenna still believed in what they saw during the proposal, but little did she know Hazel had already informed Zain needed time to make up her mind."Mom, come on, you gotta understand. I didn't bring her here just to let her walk away without making sure she feels l
Standing in front of the mirror, he gazed at his reflection. In the depths of his turmoil, Wyatt couldn't shake off the weight of his guilt. The physical wounds might fade with time, but the ache in his soul remained, constantly reminding him of his actions. Memories of that moment reignited the pain as if Hazel's spirit demanded answers he couldn't provide. Every night, he found himself haunted by regrets, wishing he could undo what he had done to her. He couldn't escape the responsibility he felt for her death, blaming himself for failing to protect her. Doubt gnawed at him, making him question his worthiness as an alpha.Despite saving several warriors, he couldn't shake the guilt of failing to protect a valuable human life. Tears welled up as sorrow pierced his heart once more. "Brother, let's head to the battleground," Dimitry's voice broke through his thoughts. Gritting his teeth, he pushed down his emotions, channeling his anger into preparation for the impending battle with h
Hazel felt a knot of nerves twist in her stomach as Zain's interruption caught her off guard. She quickly smoothed down her clothes and made her way to the door, her mind buzzing with the dilemma of whether to reveal her wolf or keep it hidden.Zain's concerned gaze met hers as she approached. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice betraying his worry. "I'm sorry if I caught you off guard with the proposal. I didn't mean to rush things, but I just didn't want my parents to feel.. I understand if you're not ready yet, but..." He trailed off with a heavy sigh, leaving the rest of his thoughts unspoken."It's okay," Hazel said softly, surprising him. He had braced himself for her to be upset, but instead, she seemed calm. He reached out and gently held her face in his hand."Thank you for understanding," he said, relieved. "I'm glad you're considering being my partner."Hazel hesitated, her expression uncertain. "I haven't decided yet, Zain. I need more time to think."Zain nodded,
FlashbackIn a sudden flashback, Hazel found herself standing on the familiar ground, clad in pristine white attire. She scanned her surroundings in search of the mysterious girl from before, but she was nowhere to be found. Determined, Hazel retraced her steps, leading her to the same ominous house that had haunted her dreams. With an unsettling feeling gnawing, she pushed the slightly ajar door open and stepped inside.The house was eerily quiet, devoid of any signs of life. A strange metallic smell lingered in the air, making her nose twitch. As her eyes adjusted to the dimness, she was met with a horrifying sight. Anna and Aztec, the couple, lay lifeless on the floor. Dread washed over her as she realized they had been murdered. Panic seized her as she looked around, searching for any sign of the baby or the woman who had assisted with the birth."They've been murdered," Unexpectedly, a presence in the room drew her attention. She turned to find someone standing there, her eyes fi
Hazel blinked, her eyelids fluttering open to greet the sight of her bedroom ceiling. After a few steady breaths, she realized she felt surprisingly refreshed, devoid of any remnants of a troubled sleep. There were no signs of struggle or haunting dreams lingering to unsettle her. As she sat up against the headboard, a surge of curiosity washed over her, prompting her to inspect her body, her hands, her feet - everything appeared normal. With a quick movement, she threw aside the duvet and rushed to the mirror, scrutinizing her reflection for any clues. But everything seemed unchanged. A nagging question tugged at her thoughts: What had transpired during her sleep? Did she communicate with that mysterious presence that often visited her dreams? Or had she departed entirely? Closing her eyes, she attempted to recall her dreams, hoping to uncover even the slightest hint of their interaction. Yet, to her dismay, her mind was blank, devoid of any recollection. Her eyes widened in realiz