I blinked, trying to shake the fog from her mind, my heart still racing.
“Get off me!" I yelled, clutching my bleeding neck. He was the man from the forest the other night. "It's you!” The man hissed and grabbed me again despite my struggles, “I'm sorry, let me heal you." For some reason, his voice made me freeze, commanding and alluring, like the poetic siren's call. I held still and his lips touched my neck, a brief wet kiss that sent shivers down my spine. When he pulled away, the wound was gone. “How?" “My body can heal and I'm sorry I bit you, I was just carried away." “Wait. What just happened? You... you turned into a wolf, and now you’re—” I backed up a step, my voice rising, “—a man?” “My name is Kael. I'm a werewolf," I was about to speak when he held up his hands, his expression calm. “I know this is a lot to take in, Emma, but I need you to trust me.” “How did you know my name?” I flinched. Trust you?!” I laughed, the sound more hysterical than I intended. “You just... you just turned into a wolf and fought off a whole pack like it was nothing! And now you’re asking me to trust you? I don’t even know you!” Kael nodded, his eyes softening. “I understand. But those wolves weren’t just random strays. They were sent for you.” “Sent for me? Why would anyone send wolves after me? This doesn’t make any sense.” Kael took a step closer, his voice low. “Those weren't just wolves, they were werewolves, just like me. But rogue werewolves.” I frowned. “Look, I don’t know who you think I am, but I’m nobody special. I was just following a lead. My friend, she got hurt, and I came here to—” “Your friend, Benny,” Kael interrupted, nodding knowingly. “I’ve heard of her. But it’s not just her. More people have been hurt and now they’re after you.” “I don’t understand. How do you know all this? How do you know about my friend?” Kael didn’t answer directly. Instead, he stepped closer, his voice softer now. “I can explain everything, but not here. It’s not safe. There are more of them out there. You need to come with me.” I shook my head, holding my hands up defensively. “No, I’m not going anywhere with you. I don’t know you. You just... you turned into a wolf! I can't believe anything you’re saying.” Kael’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, he looked conflicted. “Emma, I get it. You have no reason to trust me but I saved your life. And if you stay out here, they’ll come back.” I glanced around at the dark, empty street. I was frightened. Kael sighed, his voice almost pleading. “Please. Just let me take you somewhere safe. We can go to your house first to grab what you need, check on your family. But after that, we need to leave.” “My family?” I asked, voice cracking. “You think they’ll come after them too?” Kael nodded. “If they know you, they could be in danger. We need to make sure they’re okay.” The gravity of the situation was settling in. “Fine. We’ll go to my house. But if anything happens... if you try anything—” “I won’t,” Kael said firmly, stepping back and giving her space. “I’m here to protect you.” When we arrived at mine, the lights were still on. Alec and mom were likely asleep. I hesitated on the front porch, glancing back at Kael, who hung back in the shadows. “Wait here,” I said quietly. “I’ll talk to them first.” Kael nodded. Alec was in the living room, while her mom sat at the kitchen table, sipping tea. “Emma?” mom called out, glancing toward the door. “Yeah, it’s me,” I took a deep breath. “We need to talk. There’s…,” I inhaled again and cleared my throat, "there’s someone outside. He’s here to help me.” Alec raised an eyebrow. “Someone outside? This late? What are you talking about?” “Look, it’s complicated, okay? But I think Benny got hurt for a reason and now I might be too.” Her mom’s face paled. “Is this about your investigation?” I had thought so too. They already thought I was crazy without having to add some crazy news of a werewolf. “You have to trust me. I might find something solid. At least for tonight.” Alec stood up, crossing his arms. “Who is this guy outside? How do you know you can trust him?” “He saved my life tonight. He's some military guy and he’s offering to help.” I lied. Mom stood up, her hands shaking slightly. “Emma, this sounds insane, what about the police? We should call them.” “There’s no time for that. Please, Mom, you have to believe me.” Alec walked to the window, peeking outside to where Kael stood. “I don’t like this,” he muttered. “But if you’re telling the truth and you think this will solve the attacks, fine. As long as you're safe.” “I am,” my voice softened. “I wouldn’t lie about something like this.” Mom hesitated, then nodded slowly. “Alright. If you think this is what you need to do... we’ll trust you.” Kael was quiet as I packed up a few essentials and headed out to meet him. “Where are we going?” I asked. “To my home,” Kael replied. “It’s protected. No one will hurt you there.” The ride to Kael’s home was tense. I sat in the backseat, still unable to wrap her head around everything that had happened in the past hour. When we finally arrived, Kael led us into his house—a large, cabin-like mansion nestled deep in the woods. Surrounded by a large expanse of unused land and a barn wire fence. “Welcome back, alpha," two men at the entrance bowed as we walked past. I could feel their curious gaze follow me in. “The maids will show you to your quarters," Kael said just as a lady walked out to meet me, she reached for my duffel bag and I stepped back. “Quarters? I'm just here for the night, the couch is fine." Kael frowned, "I can't let you sleep on the couch, you're my…” he trailed off. “I'm your what?" I insisted just as a lady walked out of the mansion to welcome him. She was royally dressed in very expensive silk and jewelry. “Welcome home, Kael," she said and hugged him closely, about to lock lips when he pulled away, looking at me. “What's with the stray?" She asked, gazing at me in contempt. “She's not a stray, Selene. We have a bond." Kael replied. I was lost. I had no idea what that meant. Selene gasped and stepped back, “That's not possible." She suddenly grabbed my hands and pulled up my sleeves before I could react. Right there was a tattoo on my wrist, something I'd never seen before. “The half moon bond." She breathed. Kael showed his own tattoo, the same mark now on his wrist too. "I've found my mate.”Emma.Selene’s face went pale, her eyes glued to the tattoo on my collarbone. “No… this can’t be. It’s impossible. She can't be the one.”I clutched my shirt, feeling my heart racing in confusion and fear. “What are you talking about?” My voice broke as I watched them speak. The Lycan king had just called me his Nate. But surely, I knew he didn't mean that. He couldn't have. “I am sure, Selene. Look for yourself." Kael replied. Seen grabbed his arms, staring at the intricate pattern like she wanted it to disappear. But it didn't. “What do you mean by ‘The one’? Can somebody please explain what’s going on here?”Selene spun around, glaring at Kael. “Do you understand what this means, Kael? This mark, it’s the Luna’s Mark, the sign of the Alpha’s chosen! You brought her here? Are you out of your mind?”Kael stepped forward, calm but firm. “Selene, calm down. We don’t know enough yet. Let’s not jump to conclusions.”“Calm down?” Selene hissed, her voice rising as she turned her gaze
Emma.I backed away from the door as the old man approached, my body shaking uncontrollably. I pressed myself against the cold wall, trying to put as much distance between us as possible, but he kept coming. His eyes were sharp, and his expression darkened with each step he took toward me."You think you're clever, don’t you?" he hissed, his voice low and venomous. "You come here, thinking you can steal what belongs to my family? My daughter’s place? Her happiness?"I could feel my heart thumping in my chest, each beat louder than the last. “I don’t even know your daughter,” I managed to say, my voice trembling. “I’m not here to take anything from anyone.”His face twisted into a sneer. “Don’t lie to me! You think I’ve spent all these years serving this pack, earning my place, just to let someone like you ruin everything? I’ve worked for the crown, for my family’s honor, and you—” his voice rose, his face inches from mine, “you think you can stop me?”“I’m not trying to stop you,” I s
Emma.I sat on the bench, rubbing my wrist, staring at the tattoo like it held some kind of answer. The mark felt like a chain, one I never asked for. The wind brushed against my face, but it did nothing to shake off the weight pressing on my chest. I hadn’t slept well at all. “Emma.”I jerked up to see Kael standing beside me.“You skipped breakfast,” he said, sitting down. “Why?”I shrugged, keeping my eyes on my wrist. “Didn’t want any trouble. Especially not with Selene around.”Kael hissed, shaking his head. “You’re a guest, not a servant. She has no right to make you uncomfortable, you have the right to sit at the table just as she—”“Just let it go, Kael. Please.” My voice was soft as I pleaded. I didn’t have the energy for this argument. Not today.He looked at me, his brows furrowed, and then his eyes dropped to the tattoo. “Still thinking about it, huh?”“Yeah,” I said, tracing the dark lines with my finger. “Will it ever fade?”Kael was silent for a moment. Too silent. “No
Emma.I stood frozen, eyes wide with shock, unable to comprehend the scene before me. My heart raced, thudding so loud it drowned out everything else. The man laid on the table, blood pooling beneath him, staining the blue rug. It was like something out of a nightmare. My family stood around the body, calm, as if this was just another day.“Mom?" My voice was soft, breathy. I couldn't say anything else. Was this a robbery gone wrong? "Emma, get behind me, now," Kael commanded, his voice low and firm. His stance was protective, already sensing the danger before I could."Emma," my mother, Barbara, called out softly, stepping toward me. "I didn’t expect you home today. You should—"“What… what is this?” I stammered, pointing at the blood, at the lifeless body. My legs felt like they might give out, and I stumbled back. My mother looked lost for a second and she didn't know what to say, she opened her mouth and then snapped it shut. “I said get behind me, now." Kael said, getting ten
Emma.I sat in the backseat, my eyes locked on the house shrinking in the distance. Every inch it disappeared felt like another thread pulling at my heart, shattering inside me. My mom had begged me to stay, and part of me wanted to. But I couldn’t, not after what I’d seen. The image of that dead man’s lifeless body, the blood soaking the floor—it wouldn’t leave my mind. The worst part? My family’s secret. Vampires. My family had been vampires all along, and no one had told me. I felt betrayed. I felt... alone.“Hey, are you okay?" Kael's voice came again. He sounded genuinely worried, his eyes softening as he looked at me. Kael kept asking if I was okay, but I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. What was I supposed to say? That I was fine? That none of this mattered? My life had been turned upside down in less than a day, and there was no way I could pretend to be okay.After hours of driving, Kael pulled the car to a stop at the edge of Crescent Pack territory. The trees were thick and th
Emma.I shoved another shirt into the bag, my hands shaking with rage. I couldn’t believe how far things had gone. The humiliation, the constant fighting, it was all suffocating. I wasn’t going to take it anymore. I yanked the zipper close with more force than necessary, muttering to myself."I’m done. Done with this place. Done with all of them."The door creaked open, and I didn’t need to look up to know it was Williams. His footsteps were soft, hesitant. He'd been shadowing me right after Selene's show that morning. I wondered if Kael had sent him or he was genuinely concerned. "Emma, what are you doing?" His voice was laced with worry, but I wasn’t in the mood to be calmed down."Leaving." I spat the word like it was poison on my tongue. "I’m done. I’m not staying another minute here.""You can’t leave." His tone shifted, more urgent now. "The council has summoned you. You can’t just ignore them."I finally looked up, glaring at him. "Watch me. I’m not going to any council.""You
Emma.The council chamber loomed over me like a dark cloud. I tried to keep myself steady, but my legs felt like they were going to give out any second. The men sitting at the long table, old and stern, spoke in low voices. I swallowed, more nervous than I'd been a minute ago. Perry, Selene’s father, sat among them, his eyes drilling into me with a coldness that sent chills down my spine.One of the elders leaned forward, his voice rough and dismissive. “She is not one of us. She doesn’t understand our ways. To let her defy our laws would be to undermine the Crescent Pack itself.”Another elder, an older man with a balding head and a white beard, shook his head slowly. “She is but a child in our world,” he countered. “She knows nothing of our traditions or the consequences of breaking them. We should show mercy.”Perry’s father refused, his voice sharp and commanding. “Without the laws, we are nothing. If we show leniency now, how long before others question our authority?” He turned
Emma.The classes were grueling. Every hour seemed to stretch into eternity, each new move more complex than the last. My muscles ached, and sweat poured down my face. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, judging and laughing at my awkward attempts to wield a sword. I’d never been an athletic person. Gym classes in high school had been torture; anything remotely physical was a disaster waiting to happen. And self-defense? Not a chance. I’d never even tried, and now, here I was, being trained for what might be my last battle. It felt like the world was playing a cruel joke on me.Master Ugalo’s voice was rather loud as he spoke. “Remember, Emma,” he said, his tone stern, “fighting is a part of every human being. Whether it’s physical or emotional, we all fight in one way or another. It’s in our nature.”His words did little to comfort me. Maybe deep down, fighting was a part of human nature, but right now, all I felt was hopeless. The sword felt heavy in my hands, the steps too complic
Emma.Life has a funny way of coming full circle. One moment you're a normal teacher trying to help void beings understand humanity, the next you're standing in front of a classroom filled with every kind of supernatural being imaginable, all eager to learn the art of cosmic evolution."Remember," I said to the diverse group before me, "everyone's path to transformation is unique. What works for a vampire won't necessarily work for a werewolf. What feels natural to a void being might be challenging for a witch."The classroom – now expanded to accommodate our growing community – hummed with excited energy. Through my evolved awareness, I could see each being's potential shimmering just beneath the surface, waiting to be discovered.Derek stood beside me, his vampire-cosmic nature casting beautiful patterns across the walls. "The key is finding your anchor," he demonstrated, shifting between states while maintaining his core essence. "The thing that makes you uniquely you, even as you
Emma."Remember," Derek said to the small group of vampires gathered in our backyard, "it's not about fighting your nature. It's about letting it expand."I watched from the porch as my husband guided the first volunteers through their initial steps into cosmic evolution. Each vampire's shadow was beginning to shimmer with possibility, their immortal essence reaching for something new."Like this?" A younger vampire named Marcus asked, his form flickering between states."Almost," Derek moved closer, his own transformed nature casting constellation patterns across the grass. "Don't try to leave your vampire self behind. Let it be your anchor while you reach for the cosmic."First drifted between the practicing vampires, offering their unique perspective. "Is like learning new language. Still speak old language, but now can speak new one too. Both together make more meaning."From inside the house, I could hear Mom and Sara working with another group of supernatural researchers. The wo
Emma.You'd think that after everything we'd been through, nothing could surprise the supernatural council anymore. But watching a room full of ancient beings literally lose their composure as Derek demonstrated his new abilities?Priceless."Impossible," one of the vampire elders whispered as Derek shifted between shadow and starlight, his vampiric essence now interwoven with cosmic energy in ways that defied their oldest laws. "Our nature is fixed. Unchanging.""Clearly not," Mom interjected, spreading out her research data. "What we're seeing is a natural evolution of supernatural energy. The vampire's immortal essence provides the perfect conduit for cosmic transformation."I watched as Derek moved through states of existence as easily as breathing, his vampire nature not fighting the change but embracing it, enhancing it. He was neither fully vampire nor fully cosmic, but something gloriously in between."Show them the bridge thing," Violet encouraged from where she sat cross-leg
Emma.They say evolution is a slow process. Try telling that to a family that just accidentally created an entirely new form of supernatural existence over an evening kiss."So," Sara said, her scientific equipment scattered across our living room while she tried to make sense of readings that kept shifting into impossible patterns, "let me get this straight. You two kissed...""And the universe basically went 'oh, that's a good idea' and decided to upgrade everyone?" Violet finished, still experimenting with her new abilities by making small objects phase between vampire shadow and cosmic light."Not quite everyone," Mom corrected, looking up from her rapidly filling notebook. "Just those with a direct connection to both vampire and cosmic energies. Though the implications for supernatural evolution are fascinating-""Maybe we could focus on the immediate situation?" Derek suggested, his new form casting constellation patterns on the walls every time he moved. "Like figuring out if t
Emma.It started with a kiss.Which, if you think about it, is how a lot of supernatural revelations seem to happen in my life. Though this one was admittedly more spectacular than usual.Derek and I were having a rare quiet moment on the back porch. I was still in my human form, day ten of the "cosmic detox" as everyone had started calling it. He was watching the sunset with that particular intensity that only vampires and artists seem to manage."I miss this," he said softly, his hand finding mine in the growing darkness."Sunsets?""Being able to touch you without worrying about cosmic interference."I smiled, squeezing his hand. "Well, according to Sara, I should be able to start accessing my powers again soon. Though," I looked down at our intertwined fingers, "I'm thinking maybe I'll try to stay human-shaped more often."He turned to me then, and something in his expression made my very human heart skip. "You know," he said thoughtfully, "I've been thinking about what you said a
Emma.Have you ever had to orchestrate a disaster so perfectly that it teaches a lesson without actually destroying reality? It's trickier than you might think, especially when you're working with beings that consider quantum physics a hobby and existence optional."Everything ready?" I asked First as we watched the eager void beings put what they thought were the finishing touches on their transformation machine.They nodded, their form perfectly stable despite the excitement. "Others in position. Remember plan."The plan was beautiful in its simplicity, really. Sometimes the best teaching moments come from carefully controlled failure. And who better to control failure than a group of experienced void beings pretending to be inexperienced void beings?"Sara?" I checked my very human watch – another adjustment I was still getting used to."Containment fields are ready," she confirmed from her position behind the monitoring equipment. "Though I still think this is insane.""Welcome to
Emma.You know what's worse than a supernatural crisis? A supernatural crisis when you're temporarily grounded from your cosmic powers.The call came during what was supposed to be a normal human lunch break – another exciting adventure in remembering how to eat food that existed in only one dimension at a time. Mom's voice had that careful calm that immediately set off every alarm bell in my very human nervous system."So," she said, "don't panic, but we might have a situation at the void being integration center."I put down my sandwich, already reaching for my car keys. "Define 'situation.'""Remember those void beings that tried to speed-run transformation downtown?""Please tell me they're not back.""Not exactly," Mom hedged. "But apparently they told some friends about their experience. Friends who decided that if quick transformation was possible, maybe they could find a way to... streamline the process.""Streamline how?" I asked, though I had a sinking feeling I knew where t
Emma.It was strange, seeing myself as just... me. No cosmic energy rippling beneath my skin, no reality-bending aura, no occasional transparency. Just Emma, with bed hair and yesterday's t-shirt, looking simultaneously more solid and more fragile than I remembered.The smell of coffee drifted up from the kitchen, and my very human stomach growled in response. That was another thing I'd forgotten about – actual hunger, not just the abstract concept of energy needs that I'd been dealing with in my transformed state.Making my way carefully downstairs (after successfully remembering to open the door this time), I found Derek at the stove and Violet at the table, both watching me like I might accidentally try to float through the ceiling."I'm fine," I said, heading for the coffee pot with the determination of a heat-seeking missile. "Just... readjusting.""Uh-huh," Violet said, not even trying to hide her amusement as I missed the coffee mug twice before successfully pouring. "That's wh
Emma.Turns out, downgrading from cosmic entity to regular human is about as graceful as trying to parallel park a spaceship. In the dark. While wearing oven mitts."Focus on your breathing," Sara instructed as we sat in the meditation room she'd set up in her basement lab. The walls were lined with specially designed dampeners to block out cosmic frequencies. "Try to feel your core self.""I'm trying," I muttered, then winced as my voice made the air ripple. "But it's like trying to forget how to read. Once you know what all the letters mean, you can't just... not know.""Then don't try to forget," Mom suggested from where she sat taking notes. "Try to remember instead. Remember what it felt like to be just Emma."Just Emma. The phrase echoed through my being, stirring something deep and familiar. I closed my eyes, thinking back to simpler times. Movie nights with Derek. Teaching Violet to ride a bike. Burning dinner and ordering pizza instead. Normal, human moments.My form flickere