“What is she doing here? Who brought her here?” a deep, hoarse voice asks, making my skin prickle.“It’s me, Alpha Lucian. I saw her passed out next to the river when I was out running. I thought she was dead.” A second voice replies, sounding hesitant, almost cautious.“She’s one of us. I couldn’t leave her out there.”A long sigh follows, and then the voice I now recognize as the alpha’s speaks again.“As soon as she wakes up, send her to me.”I hear footsteps fading, and I finally gather enough courage to open my eyes. The first thing I see is a man standing next to me. I recognize him—he is one of the guards who had been sleeping the day I escaped.Sitting beside me is a woman carefully tending to my wound.“Please don’t sit up. You lost a lot of blood,” she says, gently pushing me back to the bed as I try to sit up.The man beside her narrows his eyes at me and suddenly points a finger.“You! I recognize you. You’re the hunter’s daughter,” he says, his tone laced with suspicion.
“If I find you anywhere near this pack again, I will kill you. This time, I’ll make sure you’re dead.” Lucian’s words ring in my head over and over again as I walk through Shadow Ridge Forest.I clench my jaw and push forward. My body is weak, my shoulder aching, but I refuse to stop.I am alone, homeless with nowhere to sleep and nothing to eat.And on top of all of that, it’s only a matter of time before my father tracks me down and kill me.I shake my head, refusing to dwell on it.I do not have the time to feel sorry for myself or wallow in misery. Just because Lucian refused to help me, and my father is hunting me, doesn’t mean I get to give up.I push on, walking for what feels like hours and Just as I’m about to leave Shadow Ridge, I spot something through the trees—a house.It looks abandoned.Hope flickers inside me and I walk toward it cautiously, scanning my surroundings, making sure it’s safe and no one is around. I reach the door and push it open, the wood groaning unde
I walk into town as cautiously as I can, sticking to the busiest streets. I make sure I blend in with the crowd, using my hair to cover my face. To them, I’m just another stranger passing by.I make my way to the back entrance of my bakery, glancing over my shoulder every now and then to make sure I’m not being followed. My hands shake slightly as I twist the doorknob and I slip inside.The familiar scent of fresh pastries and vanilla still lingers, even though the place has been untouched since the day I turned.I move fast, denying myself the time to get sentimental.I grab a duffle bag from my office and start tossing everything I can find—money from the till, non-perishable food, clothes, bathroom supplies.I then take one last look at my little bakery, the place I once thought would be my future and a lump forms in my throat, but I swallow it down and turn to leave.Just as I open the door, I freeze.I find Logan standing outside, gun in hand.Without saying a word, he pushes me
Kira was right. The pain wasn’t as bad as the first time. If I do this a couple more times, it will get easier.I watch as she runs through the trees, jumping over fallen logs and crossing rivers like it’s nothing. She’s free and happy.I get now why she wanted this run so badly.But unlike Kira, my mind is stuck on the attack. No matter how much I want Lucian to suffer, there are kids there. Innocent lives that don’t deserve to be slaughtered by my deranged father.I have to warn them."Kira, we need to change back," I whisper in her head. "I’ve decided to warn Lucian and the rest of the pack!""Ugh, okay. Give me a few more minutes. Let me enjoy this run before Lucian kills us the second he sees you.""Kira, now! There’s no time!" I snap.She sighs dramatically but obeys, turning back towards our cabin."Buzzkill," she sneers, as I shift back, landing hard on my knees.I catch my breath and shake off the lingering pain. "Come on, girl, we’ll have more runs in the future. For now, we
My arms ached, and my fingers became raw from hours of scrubbing wooden floors.Lucian’s idea of letting me stay wasn’t about accepting me into the pack. It was about making me their slave.The second I agreed to stay behind, I became the lowest of the low—an Omega, the pack’s slave and punching bag. They all barked orders at me whenever they pleased. Clean this. Fetch that. Cook. Serve. Scrub.It was humiliating.At first, I convinced myself it made sense, that I have to earn their trust, prove my loyalty and then work my way up.But never have I ever been so wrong in my life.No matter what I did, they still treated me like trash. Even the kids sneered at me, some even spitting on the ground in front of me when they passed.All they saw was the hunter’s daughter—the offspring of the man who has dedicated his life to slaughtering their kind.It didn’t matter that I had saved half of them from him, including their alpha, who would have probably died if I hadn’t been there.None of it
"Kira, we have to get out of town," I mutter, rushing inside the cabin.I find my duffle bag exactly where I left it, and I yank it open, my fingers shaking as I sift through its contents."Everything is still here," I breathe out in relief.Kira sighs in my head, her voice edged with urgency."Good. That’s enough to get us started, Ingrid. But we don’t have much time. They’ll be here any second now. We have to leave."I don’t waste another second.I swing the bag onto my back and bolt out of the cabin, taking the hidden paths Kira and I discovered during our explorations.The woods provide some cover until the moment I step onto the main road.I see the outline of the Shadow Ridge sign looming ahead, and I keep going.A bigger town is just a few miles from Shadow Ridge—Oakridge. It’s the perfect place to disappear. No one will find me there—not Lucian, his pack, or my father.I walk through the darkness. My cap pulled low over my face. Headlights suddenly pierce the night behind me.
I stay in the motel for a whole week, barely leaving my room except for the occasional visit to the vending machine a few times a day. It feels like a long-overdue vacation—something I didn’t realize I needed until now.There are no pack members sneering at me, no one barking orders, no fights to survive: just me, my thoughts, and the quiet hum of the motel.But Kira is getting restless, and I can feel it.I have to let her out soon, but the idea of shifting here, in an unfamiliar place, unsettles me. I have no idea if Oakridge is safe for our kind.“Ingrid, how will we know unless we try?” Kira’s voice echoes in my head, impatient as ever.I sigh.“Kira, we need to consider the possibility that there might be hunters in this town too,” I reassure her, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV, hoping it will distract me.Kira growls, clearly unimpressed.I flip through the channels until I land on a music station playing the latest hits. My foot starts tapping instinctively and befor
We walk for about an hour, weaving through dense trees and narrow paths until we finally come across what must be the pack's territory.Aiden moves with ease, leading me through the thick forest until we reach a towering metal gate surrounded by lush, vibrant roses."We’re here," he announces, pushing the gate open.I take a deep breath, steadying myself before stepping through. The air is different here—calm, yet charged with something unspoken.The compound is massive. There are three large houses scattered around, but my eyes are instantly drawn to the mansion in the center. Its architecture is sleek and modern, with towering glass windows that allow me to see straight inside. The place is buzzing with life.Aiden leads me to the grand entrance of the mansion and opens the enormous door. The moment I step inside, my stomach drops.The place is packed. Men, women, children—all gathered around a long dining table, chatting and eating. The moment one of them spots me, they whisper to
"Why is it taking so long, Ingrid?" Kira huffs impatiently.I shake my head, tapping my foot against the wooden floor. "I don’t know Kira. It’s been hours now…" I respond, my stomach twisting into knots."How long does it take to prepare for a ceremony? It didn’t sound like a big deal when Ezra mentioned it," I continue, trying to steady my breathing.Kira sighs, her excitement barely contained. "I'm nervous and excited, Ingrid. We’re finally going to find out the truth about us. If he is our father, everything changes."I jolt up abruptly and begin pacing the room, my mind racing."Could this be why Silas tried to kill me when I asked him about the wolf gene?" I ask, my voice quieter than I intended.A silence stretches between us until Kira murmurs, "Mmmh," and a shiver runs down my spine.A knock on the door startles me out of my thoughts."Finally," I mutter, rushing to open it.I find Sarah standing outside, holding what looks like a folded robe. Her expression is unreadable as s
Ezra snatches the photograph from my hand, his fingers gripping it so tightly that I think it might tear. He stares at it like he’s seen a ghost, his composed expression breaking for the first time.Without a word, he turns and walks back into his chambers, leaving the door open. I follow him inside and close the door behind me."Why is my mother’s photograph here?" I demand, my voice sharper this time, hoping I will get an answer.Ezra turns to me, his eyes flicking between the photograph and my face as if trying to confirm something."Emily… was your mother?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, thick with disbelief. "Yes, she was." I nod vigorously.Ezra exhales sharply, running a hand down his face. He walks toward the couch near his bed and lowers himself onto it, his body tense."I told you earlier today that you reminded me of someone… but I couldn’t figure out who." He pauses, shaking his head in amazement. "It was her. Emily."Before I can respond, the door bursts op
After answering all of Ezra’s questions, he looks at me too intently, his piercing gaze practically reading into my soul. I can tell he doesn’t believe a word I just said."Anything else you would like to tell me, Ingrid?" he asks, tilting his head slightly.I take a deep breath, debating whether to tell him the truth. But just as I’m about to speak, he interrupts."You remind me of someone I used to know a long time ago," he mutters, his tone shifting to something darker, more serious.I squint my eyes, uncertain how to respond."I have one of those faces, I guess," I mutter, forcing casualness into my voice.Ezra shakes his head, clearly unconvinced. His sharp eyes never leave mine as he takes slow steps toward me. My heart begins pounding erratically, not sure what he’s about to do next.Then, without warning, he shifts his stance. "We all have responsibilities here. You should join the others in the library—help them clean the place up," he says before walking past me and heading
"I have to ask, Ingrid, why don’t you have a pack?" Aiden’s voice breaks the silence as I push open the motel room door.I step inside and immediately start packing my few belongings into the worn duffel bag I arrived with.Out of the corner of my eye, I see Aiden watching me, waiting for an answer."Mmmh." He clears his throat loudly.I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms."It’s a long story," I begin, my voice low, hoping that will be enough to dismiss him, but he doesn’t take the hint. "We have time," he counters, already making himself comfortable on the bed. "I’d love to hear it."I hesitate for a long moment before finally joining him on the edge of the bed."If I tell you, you might not want to help me anymore," I mutter, my gaze fixed on the floor, shame curling in my stomach.Aiden tilts his head, his expression soft but unreadable. "I don’t think I could do that, Ingrid," he responds, placing a firm but reassuring hand on my shoulder.Something about his presenc
We walk for about an hour, weaving through dense trees and narrow paths until we finally come across what must be the pack's territory.Aiden moves with ease, leading me through the thick forest until we reach a towering metal gate surrounded by lush, vibrant roses."We’re here," he announces, pushing the gate open.I take a deep breath, steadying myself before stepping through. The air is different here—calm, yet charged with something unspoken.The compound is massive. There are three large houses scattered around, but my eyes are instantly drawn to the mansion in the center. Its architecture is sleek and modern, with towering glass windows that allow me to see straight inside. The place is buzzing with life.Aiden leads me to the grand entrance of the mansion and opens the enormous door. The moment I step inside, my stomach drops.The place is packed. Men, women, children—all gathered around a long dining table, chatting and eating. The moment one of them spots me, they whisper to
I stay in the motel for a whole week, barely leaving my room except for the occasional visit to the vending machine a few times a day. It feels like a long-overdue vacation—something I didn’t realize I needed until now.There are no pack members sneering at me, no one barking orders, no fights to survive: just me, my thoughts, and the quiet hum of the motel.But Kira is getting restless, and I can feel it.I have to let her out soon, but the idea of shifting here, in an unfamiliar place, unsettles me. I have no idea if Oakridge is safe for our kind.“Ingrid, how will we know unless we try?” Kira’s voice echoes in my head, impatient as ever.I sigh.“Kira, we need to consider the possibility that there might be hunters in this town too,” I reassure her, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV, hoping it will distract me.Kira growls, clearly unimpressed.I flip through the channels until I land on a music station playing the latest hits. My foot starts tapping instinctively and befor
"Kira, we have to get out of town," I mutter, rushing inside the cabin.I find my duffle bag exactly where I left it, and I yank it open, my fingers shaking as I sift through its contents."Everything is still here," I breathe out in relief.Kira sighs in my head, her voice edged with urgency."Good. That’s enough to get us started, Ingrid. But we don’t have much time. They’ll be here any second now. We have to leave."I don’t waste another second.I swing the bag onto my back and bolt out of the cabin, taking the hidden paths Kira and I discovered during our explorations.The woods provide some cover until the moment I step onto the main road.I see the outline of the Shadow Ridge sign looming ahead, and I keep going.A bigger town is just a few miles from Shadow Ridge—Oakridge. It’s the perfect place to disappear. No one will find me there—not Lucian, his pack, or my father.I walk through the darkness. My cap pulled low over my face. Headlights suddenly pierce the night behind me.
My arms ached, and my fingers became raw from hours of scrubbing wooden floors.Lucian’s idea of letting me stay wasn’t about accepting me into the pack. It was about making me their slave.The second I agreed to stay behind, I became the lowest of the low—an Omega, the pack’s slave and punching bag. They all barked orders at me whenever they pleased. Clean this. Fetch that. Cook. Serve. Scrub.It was humiliating.At first, I convinced myself it made sense, that I have to earn their trust, prove my loyalty and then work my way up.But never have I ever been so wrong in my life.No matter what I did, they still treated me like trash. Even the kids sneered at me, some even spitting on the ground in front of me when they passed.All they saw was the hunter’s daughter—the offspring of the man who has dedicated his life to slaughtering their kind.It didn’t matter that I had saved half of them from him, including their alpha, who would have probably died if I hadn’t been there.None of it
Kira was right. The pain wasn’t as bad as the first time. If I do this a couple more times, it will get easier.I watch as she runs through the trees, jumping over fallen logs and crossing rivers like it’s nothing. She’s free and happy.I get now why she wanted this run so badly.But unlike Kira, my mind is stuck on the attack. No matter how much I want Lucian to suffer, there are kids there. Innocent lives that don’t deserve to be slaughtered by my deranged father.I have to warn them."Kira, we need to change back," I whisper in her head. "I’ve decided to warn Lucian and the rest of the pack!""Ugh, okay. Give me a few more minutes. Let me enjoy this run before Lucian kills us the second he sees you.""Kira, now! There’s no time!" I snap.She sighs dramatically but obeys, turning back towards our cabin."Buzzkill," she sneers, as I shift back, landing hard on my knees.I catch my breath and shake off the lingering pain. "Come on, girl, we’ll have more runs in the future. For now, we