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
INGRID“Ingrid, look out!” My father, Silas Blackwood, yells, and I duck, barely avoiding my brother's fist. Logan’s knuckles slice through the air where my face had been a second ago, and he trips, almost hitting the ground."Come on, Dad, you could’ve let me punch her," Logan hisses, his smirk widening like he enjoys the idea of bruising me."Why do I have to train today?" I grumble, straightening up and dusting off my sleeves. "Why am I even going with you guys?"My father’s expression darkens, and he stares at me with his sharp, calculating eyes."Ingrid, your time to sit back and watch is over. You’re joining the hunt tonight."I stiffen. "But Dad, I haven’t opened my bakery in two days! My customers—"."Don’t make me tear down that little place of yours." He interrupts before I can finish, his voice low and dangerous."We had a deal. Train. Hunt. And I’ll let you keep that little bakery. Do you want me to reconsider our arrangement?" He asks tilting his head, daring me to push h
"Dad, I think this is a trap," I blurt, my voice barely audible.Logan hears me first, and his body stiffens as he carefully turns in my direction. My father follows his gaze.Before either of them can respond, the night erupts."Attack!" my father roars.Gunshots explode in the darkness. Grenades detonate with deafening booms, sending shockwaves through the trees. The acrid scent of gunpowder fills the air, mingling with the unmistakable stench of blood.I try to aim my arrow, but I can’t see through the chaos. Shadows dart between trees. Growls rip through the night, and bodies collide. The sound of tearing flesh and agonized screams sends ice through my veins.Having no clear shot, I am left with only one option. To run.I turn and sprint, letting my legs pound against the earth as I race back the way we came. I don’t look back for even a second.Branches whip against my face, my heart pounding so loudly I can barely hear the screams behind me.I stumble and crash to the ground wit
It’s been three days since I last saw the Alpha.After threatening to make an example of me, he simply stared at me like I was a piece of meat, then left.He hadn’t come back since. They kept me chained and starved, only offering me water twice a day.At first, I held on, refusing to break. But my body has limits. Exhaustion had now settled deep into my bones. I could hear people moving around me, but I was too weak to open my eyes.I now understood why my father despised their kind. They are cruel and Inhumane.If they want me dead, they should have just killed me instead of keeping me locked up like an animal.At some point, I started dreaming of Logan and my father bursting through the doors to rescue me. But then I wake up, and the cold, unyielding chains remind me that I am still captured."Help her sit up," I hear a familiar voice command.I feel hands grabbing me and lifting me until my back presses against the rough wall. My muscles protest, and my head lolls forward from she
"How is she?" a voice I know too well asks as I slowly open my eyes.I blink a few times as the blurry faces come into focus. I turn my head slightly and find Logan sitting beside me, his eyes filled with concern. I dart my eyes around, trying to familiarize myself with the surroundings and realize I am in my room.I see my father standing near the door with his arms crossed, and standing next to him is the family doctor."What happened?" I manage to ask, my voice low and hoarse."We found you lying by the side of the road," Logan responds quickly, adjusting my pillow. "We think you were able to get away from the werewolves." He adds, a proud smile spreading across his face.My father steps closer, his expression softer than usual. "We are all very proud of you, Ingrid. We thought they had killed you to teach us a lesson."The doctor moves to check my vitals, pressing a hand to my wrist."She’s a bit dehydrated, but with enough water, food, and rest, she’ll be fine by tomorrow." He i
This little bakery was my heaven.Whenever I was here, I was the happiest. It was right in the middle of town, and since it was the only bakery around, the place was always packed from the minute I opened until late at night. There wasn’t a single free moment—and that’s why I loved it. It was my escape.And today, it was an escape from him. The Alpha, who is haunting my mind even in my dreams. The incredibly inappropriate, too-real dream I had about him.I could still feel his touch and how his lips felt on my skin. It felt so real, like he had actually been there.I shudder and force the thoughts away, focusing on work. I bury myself in mixing the dough, making the fillings, and doing all the things to distract myself.But suddenly, something feels off.My heart starts pounding violently against my chest for no reason. My skin starts burning as if I am standing under the scorching sun, and my hands begin to tremble.I stagger back, and grip the counter, desperate to get some air.I s
I feel the wind against my face as I slowly struggle to open my eyes. My body is aching in ways I can't begin to comprehend. The ground beneath me is damp, and as I shift, I realize I'm covered in mud. Completely naked. I panic and sit up quickly, hugging my arms around my chest."What happened?" I whisper to myself, my voice hoarse. The last clear memory I have is of the alpha telling me I’m turning into a werewolf. But after that? Nothing. Just darkness.I hear a rustling sound in the bushes nearby, and my breath catches. The alpha steps out, carrying a bundle of clothes, and without a word, he tosses them at my feet."What happened to me? I don’t remember anything," I mutter, my hands trembling as I reach for the pants."You turned. That’s what happened," he replies, his voice calm and dismissive, crossing his hands over his chest. "You’ve been running through these woods in your wolf form for two days."“Two days?” I gasp, my heart pounding as I struggle to process his words. I w
"Why is he taking so long?" I ask myself as I shift uncomfortably on the worn-out leather couch in my dad's study. My body still aches, but the pain is nothing compared to the storm brewing inside me.I stand up, tiptoe to the door, and carefully peek out. I see the hunters wrapping up whatever they’ve been discussing with a few unfamiliar faces. I see my father nodding, his expression unreadable, before he finally turns toward the study.I hurry back to the chair, grab one of his old hunter books from the desk, and flip it open, pretending to read. The door creaks open, and I brace myself.He walks in without looking at me and heads straight to his ridiculously large chair at his desk."What do you need, Ingrid?" he asks, his voice sharp and commanding.I place the book down and adjust myself on the chair. His piercing gaze makes my stomach twist, but I swallow my fear and clear my throat."Something happened to me when I was away," I begin, choosing my words carefully.He squints an
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
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