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.Cathy sprang to her feet, looking at me guiltily. I started, transfixed. Cathy. Cathy poisoned me. “You," I caught myself saying before I could stop myself. “What? Emma, how could you say something like that?" Her face went pale, her hands trembling slightly as she held them up in surrender. “Why would you?” I started, but my voice broke. Cathy had been my only friend in the whole pack. She was my stronghold. Why would she poison me? Why would she want me dead? Was she trying to save her pack from me? Did she think I was a spy? Words failed me. I looked at Cathy and tears poured down my face freely. “Wait,” Derek stepped between us. His voice was calm. “Cathy, did you give her the tea?” “Yes, but—” Cathy stammered, shaking her head. “I didn’t know! I swear, I didn’t know anything was wrong with it. I just made it the way I always do!” “Nightshade doesn’t accidentally end up in a cup of latte,” Derek said, his tone hardening.“I didn’t do anything!” Cathy cried out
Chapter 78A Poisoned TruthEmma.When I woke up, I could hear the soft beeping beside me and I knew I was at the clinic again. The smell of antiseptic hit me and for a second, I heaved dryly. I had an aching temple and I wanted nothing more than to just sleep. “Hey, are you okay?" I heard a voice say softly and touch my face as I blinked my eyes open. The doctor’s face was scrunched into a slight frown as he scanned the clipboard in his hands. When he finally looked up at me, he sighed. “I’ve made a rather shocking discovery,” he said, his voice low, as if trying to soften the blow. Cathy shifted beside me, and for the first time, I saw Derek was standing in the clinic too and he crossed his arms but didn’t say a word. “What is it?” I asked, my voice shaky. The doctor glanced at Cathy briefly before looking up at me. “Emma, your body is being weakened by the hybrid nature of your child. It’s wearing your system out and your body just isn’t strong enough to sustain the pregn
Emma.I stayed behind the pillar, barely breathing as Tristan and Regina exchanged pleasantries with Derek. My eyes wasn't playing tricks on me. Tristan was really there and Regina was right beside him. Regina. What did she want with Tristan? Did they know each other? Did she have something to do with Roger's death? Most likely. Tristan’s presence alone was enough to unsettle me, but Regina's fake smile made it even worse. I shifted slightly to get a better view, my fingers gripping the cool stone of the pillar for support.For a second, his eyes darted in my direction and it narrowed. Had he seen me? My heart thundered as I quickly stepped back behind the house and fled the lakeside, hurrying into my room. The rest of the day became a game of avoidance. Every creak of a door, every approaching footstep sent waves of anxiety through me. I practically stayed in my room, avoiding any room I thought Tristan or Regina might enter. I was still in my room, a little too absorbed
Emma.The morning light trickled through the curtains, warming my face and waking me before I was even ready to wake. My body ached, not from physical exertion but from the discomfort of being in a place that wasn’t home. I stretched, shaking off the fog of sleep, and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I had to take a warm bath and perhaps a little stroll to ease the tension I felt within. A soft knock startled me and Cathy walked in. She was already dressed in her usual tight leather with her hair pulled pack into a neat bun. "Morning," she said, her lips stretching into an easy smile. “How are you feeling today?” I hesitated. Was there a correct answer to that? “Fine, I guess.” I lied fluidly. I was anything but fine. I wanted to be somewhere else. I wanted to be with Roger. I wanted to be home. She frowned slightly. “If you need anything, nything at all, just let me know, okay?” “Thanks,” I murmured, sincerely appreciating her concern. But now I was wary of peo
Derek.The sight of Emma standing there, naked and startled, with water dripping down her shoulders, was enough to root me in place. The basin was too small for her frame. I could see every inch of her no matter how much she tried to fold into herself. She crossed an arm over her chest, cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she tried to shield herself. Alpha," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "What... what are you doing here?" I snapped out of my stupor and cleared my throat as I bent down to retrieve the dagger. "I knocked. Twice. You didn’t answer." My voice came out more hoarse han I intended, but I couldn’t help it. Was I pissed off at her or was my husky voice a sign of something else entirely? I couldn't dwell on that. She averted her eyes, reaching for a towel on the stool beside her. "I didn’t hear you," She trailed off, pulling the towel around herself hastily. "Why are you bathing in here?" I asked, gesturing to the cramped basin. The question sounded s
Derek.The moment the doctor uttered the word hybrid, my stomach twisted. It wasn’t just shock, it was dread. I, Derek Moon, was not afraid of anything. I had lived life so fiercely that even fear cowered at my entrance. But a hybrid?Hybrids were more than rare. They were a calamity waiting to happen. And now, one was in my pack, Emma. Was she going to give birth to a hybrid baby too? Yes and that would make two hybrids. The child would be a pure blood by birth, immune to both vampire and werewolf threats. But Emma was more endangered. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't send her away. As soon as Emma was led back to the guest room, I waved the doctor off and headed for the quiet corner of the clinic where Cathy was waiting. She raised an eyebrow when she saw my face. “What’s with the grim look, alpha?” she asked, folding her arms. “Tell me everything,” I said sharply. “About the accident. From the start.” She looked taken back. “Do you still think she's a threat li
Emma.The moment the man set me down on the chair, I couldn’t stop shaking. My entire body trembled, soaked to the bone from the lake’s icy water. He crouched before me, his piercing green eyes filled with concern and a liftie bit of curiosity. “Are you okay?” He asked with a firm voice. I nodded, though my body betrayed the lie as another shiver wracked through me. Without a word, he stood and barked an order to the guard behind him. “Get a blanket, now." I was still shaking and trying to squeeze into my own heat. Moments later, the guard hurried back with a thick blanket. The golden haired man took it from them and draped it over my shoulders. The warmth was immediate, though it did little to calm my nerves. The man stepped back, his tall frame towering over me. His blonde hair was even more striking and though he’d just transformed from a massive golden wolf into human form, his movements were still as intimidating and graceful. “Who are you?” he asked, his voice was comm
Emma.The guards all surrounded me. They looked scary and intimidating and my knees felt weak. The mean man had somehow kept Cathy on the wall and I was alone with these fierce and ruthless looking men. "Please," I whispered weakly. "I didn’t do anything wrong. You don’t have to take me—" One of them cut me off with a grunt. “Orders are orders. No use pleading.” I clutched the wooden door frame and tried to struggle with my fingers trembling. “I’m not a threat,” I tried again. “I swear. Please, just listen to me!” The taller guard grabbed my arm. His grip was firm and even a little cruel. “That’s not up to us,” he said gruffly. “Let’s go.” For a second, I panicked. I didn't know what to do. My legs refused to move, but they wouldn’t care about that. I knew they’d drag me if I didn’t cooperate. How long would I be a prisoner to these men? To different men in different packs? Just as I was about to break into sobs, I heard a very loud voice call out. “Let her go. Now.” Th
Emma.The first thing I noticed was the blinding whiteness. Bright lights stabbed at my eyes, making them water as I blinked against the harsh glare of the florescent. My body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, each limb aching and unresponsive. I tried to lift my arms and I couldn't, I winced at the sudden sharp pain that ran through my neck. “Ouch," I hissed and blinked away the tears that almost fell. Slowly, the sterile scent of antiseptics and faint floral soap crept into my awareness. Where am I? I turned my head, my neck protesting with the movement. The room around me came into focus slowly. I could see white walls, a small window with curtains drawn, and a single chair by the bed. Machines beeped steadily beside me as I looked around. The second of the machine was about the only noise in the room apart from my breathing. I tried to sit up, but the moment I moved, a sharp pain shot through my ankle, making me gasp again. My fingers instinctively reached for it,