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
"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
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
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
"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
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.
The earth flew beneath his feet as he ran, sweat trickling down his brow. The tracker could smell his fear, mingling with the scent of the forest. He cursed himself for coming here, knowing it could cost him his life, just like it did his friends. As his hands rummaged for his gun, he realized he had dropped it in the chaos. He kept running, though his exhausted body slowed his pace.A distant howl echoed through the woods, followed by the sound of heavy paws pounding the ground. Birds' cheerful chirping turned into alarmed calls. A shadow flickered among the trees, a reminder that he was the prey, slow and defenseless against his pursuers.His heart pounded in his chest, his breaths coming in short gasps. He needed more oxygen to survive, but his lungs couldn't keep up with the demand. It was a race for survival, an urgent desire to see another morning. The shadow behind him grew darker and feeding off his fear. Suddenly, he stumbled, his drained body tumbling down a hill, teetering
The hospital hallway adorned with magnolia walls that complemented the shimmering morning light, creating a beautiful start to the day. Soft music played in the background, providing just the right emotional lift for both patients and staff. However, the true marvel lay in the ceiling, transparent and high-arched, showcasing the innovative architectural design that had been invested in for this small town. The owner had truly gone above and beyond to provide for the people of this community.Jack and Hazel had been friends since their university days. After completing her degree, Hazel had planned to explore urban options in Charlotte. However, her father's decision to move to this small town to help others had changed her course. Her father was her idol, always putting himself out there to assist those in need. While part of her wanted to stay in the city, she remembered her father's words about using her skills to help the less fortunate."How are you finding this place?" Jack asked