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
Everything seems under control, or so she thought, but as they stepped out of the room, Wyatt's demeanor sent warning signals to the members working there who recognized him. Filled with distress, Hazel sprinted towards Jack. "Jack," she called out, her voice reflecting her concern."What the heck were you trying to prove out there?" His words spilled out, unaware that she had just punched the alpha of the Blue Moon pack—a consequence she had never before encountered. She stood there, absorbing Jack's remarks and the warnings he was trying to convey."I'm sorry. Do you expect me to stand by and watch him choke you?" Her voice held a hint of rebellion, a readiness to fight for what was right."You don't know him," he murmured quietly, his gaze shifting over her shoulder to where Wyatt stood, gawking back at them."I have to get back to the ICU," Hazel asserted firmly, determined to keep her promise. Stepping back, she walked briskly towards the ICU. She knew it would be challenging, bu
"Stay away from Wyatt Romano!"That was the entire message. No further explanation accompanied Jack's warning. With bloodstains on Ruben's clothes and cold, mysterious vibes emanating from Wyatt, Hazel sensed she had to dig deeper. She observed Wyatt hastily leaving the hallway, causing people to bow their heads as he passed by."Is he in the mafia or something?" she murmured to herself, leaving those thoughts behind as she continued down the hallway to attend to other patients and finish her day."Hey Hazel, how's everything going?" Miss Prez, the head of the pathology department, greeted her."Good, Miss Prez. And how about you?""Work, work, work, you know how it goes. But I'm happy my husband finally got an opportunity in Seattle. We're moving out," Miss Prez shared, a sense of excitement in her voice."And how's your little one?" Hazel asked, knowing that Miss Prez's daughter had a habit of staying up all night and wanting to play."Taking her on vacation this weekend." That remi
The shock washed over Hazel’s features as fear gripped her. She fell back, her mind racing with questions. If his wounds had healed, why hadn’t he woken up? Overwhelmed and unable to think clearly, all she knew was that she had to tell someone, perhaps his brother, about his condition. Panic setting in, she hastily rummaged through his pockets, hoping to find his phone, but all she came across were cards.“Wyatt,” she whispered, her mind racing with thoughts. Was he a ghost in human form? No, that couldn’t be right. She then considered the possibility of him being an alien, but such thoughts only made her nervously bite her nails. What if he woke up and harmed her?With a trembling hand, she touched him again. “Wyatt,” she called out, but there was still no response. All she could think of were those raven-black eyes she had just seen a few moments ago, which prevented her from thinking about anything else. Her house felt like a graveyard, with a man lying on her bed, unresponsive, and