Hazel stood before the mirror, her gaze fixed on her reflection, lost in silent contemplation. Her eyes traced the contours of her image as if searching for hidden secrets that refused to fade into the depths of her subconscious.The memory of her unsettling dream remained vivid and persistent. She traced the lines of her face with delicate fingers, seeking reassurance. A lock of unruly hair tumbled over her brow, and she gently tucked it behind her ear; the motion reflected in the mirror's silent mimicry. Hazel attempted to quell the rising uncertainty within her by drawing a slow, calming breath. She reasoned that it was just a dream, though the doubts it had stirred refused to be dismissed so easily. Casting a glance around the room, unfamiliar yet strangely intimate, she couldn't help but feel a surge of questions welling within her. How had she ended up here? And, more importantly, where was her life leading her? Before she could delve deeper into the maze of her own mind, a shar
Three figures strode into the room, their presence commanding attention without needing an introduction. Zain rose promptly, silently acknowledging their status, and Hazel followed suit, her expression filled with curiosity and deference."Alpha, pouvons-nous vous parler?" The request to have a word was polite, but the weight behind their words left no room for refusal. Zain exchanged a brief glance with Hazel, silently reassuring her that he would handle the situation before she gracefully exited the room, leaving him alone with the elders. With a small nod, Zain closed the door behind her, the soft click echoing in the suddenly charged atmosphere. Seated once more, Zain's posture exuded a quiet confidence as he focused his attention on the elders. "Is she the one to become our Luna?" The question hung heavy in the air, disbelief evident in the elders' skeptical expressions. The woman they had encountered seemed ordinary, her presence devoid of the primal aura they associated with t
With purposeful strides, Zain made his way towards the dense forest, his senses keenly attuned to the scent of his prey. They had already been hunted, but now it was time to learn a lesson they wouldn't soon forget.Arriving at an abandoned house nestled deep within the woods, he was greeted by the solemn bowing of his pack members, an acknowledgment of his authority and strength.He stepped into the dimly lit room and saw two figures huddled in the corner, their bodies curled in a desperate plea for mercy. Their eyes widened with fear as he approached."Please," the man's voice trembled, his fingers clinging desperately to Zain's feet. "We're innocent; we don't know anything about you. We were just camping."The woman's plea echoed his, her voice choked with terror. "Don't... don't kill us." Zain didn't answer immediately. Instead, he leaned in closer, his gaze cold and calculating. With a swift movement, he seized the man's hand, sinking his teeth into the flesh. A guttural scream r
The day just slipped through Hazel's fingers. She was left alone in her room, grappling with the messiness of her new life. Zain had to go handle some pack stuff. She was left to untangle her emotions alone. Ever since her chat with Zain earlier, her head felt like a beehive, buzzing with all sorts of thoughts. His words hit her hard, sinking into her mind like heavy stones. Wyatt's betrayal kept playing on a loop, and it was tough for her to swallow. She couldn't shake off the memories they shared, now spoiled by the ugly truth of his deceit. "She means nothing to me. My pack is important," his words echoed in her head, each repetition feeling like a dagger to her heart. Her mind was like a rough sea, refusing to calm down, making sleep seem like a distant fantasy. Desperate for some peace, she plugged in her pendrive, hoping that music could be her saving grace. The tunes filled the room, gradually drifting her off into a much-needed slumber, unaware of the stormy dreams waiting for
Hazel sat in the car, gazing at the scenic view unfolding before her. The city sprawled out below, its beauty taking her breath away. Misty was engrossed in giving Hazel detailed directions, her voice filling the car with instructions. Meanwhile, Zain sat quietly in the passenger seat, his eyes fixed on her, observing her every move. After their morning meeting, Zain felt a sense of anticipation building within him. He was certain that his breakthrough to meet Hazel's wolf was imminent. It seemed as though it was on the verge of emerging, eager to reveal itself to Hazel. In every subtle gesture and movement, Zain sensed the wolf's presence, ready to make its presence known. At first, it had been mere whispers in her dreams, but today, as she revealed the claw marks on her wrist, he witnessed the tangible manifestation of that latent power. Hazel's resistance to embracing her inner wolf stirred a fleeting frustration within him. Why was she making it so difficult? Why couldn't she see
Hazel fluttered her eyes open, a gasp escaping her lips as she stirred to rise. She glanced around and found pairs of concerned eyes fixed on her. The memories of her recent ordeal flooded back, leaving her acutely aware that she wasn't in a normal state and these people weren't exactly helping her feel at ease. "How are you feeling?" Zain's voice broke through the haze, his hand gently resting on Hazel's. Without a word, Hazel first examined his touch, then glanced down at her own hand, which appeared normal now, devoid of any blood stains or scratches. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked back at Zain, clinging to him as if he were her last lifeline in this darkness threatening to consume her."Zain..." she whispered his name."Don't be afraid; I'm right here," he reassured her, enveloping her in a comforting embrace. It was the first time she had leaned into his shoulder, allowing herself to be embraced by him, finding comfort in his presence. In that moment, she allowed hers
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
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