INGRID."We're here," I pant, my voice barely above a whisper as I come to a halt in front of the old abandoned cabin.The place looks even more broken than I remembered—boards hanging loose, windows cracked, the front porch sagging like it might collapse under our weight."How do you know this place?" Lucian asks, his eyes scanning the woods, then flicking warily back to the cabin.I hesitate before answering, the old hurt rising up like smoke in my chest."It's where I stayed when you chased me out of your territory," I blurt, my throat tightening.The words hang in the air for a moment, causing a little bit of tension.Lucian looks away in pretense, and changes the subject quickly."Are you sure it’s safe?" he asks, his hand pressing against his stomach almost instinctively."Yes," I respond quickly. "I'm sure, they probably think we’ve already left Shadow Ridge by now."I climb the creaking steps onto the porch and peek inside through a broken window. "It’s clear!" I call back. "
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
INGRID."We're here," I pant, my voice barely above a whisper as I come to a halt in front of the old abandoned cabin.The place looks even more broken than I remembered—boards hanging loose, windows cracked, the front porch sagging like it might collapse under our weight."How do you know this place?" Lucian asks, his eyes scanning the woods, then flicking warily back to the cabin.I hesitate before answering, the old hurt rising up like smoke in my chest."It's where I stayed when you chased me out of your territory," I blurt, my throat tightening.The words hang in the air for a moment, causing a little bit of tension.Lucian looks away in pretense, and changes the subject quickly."Are you sure it’s safe?" he asks, his hand pressing against his stomach almost instinctively."Yes," I respond quickly. "I'm sure, they probably think we’ve already left Shadow Ridge by now."I climb the creaking steps onto the porch and peek inside through a broken window. "It’s clear!" I call back. "
LUCIAN"Lucian... Lucian, please..." I hear a fragile voice, echoing through the heavy darkness surrounding me.It’s barely audible yet sharp enough to cut through the wall of numbness I’ve built around my mind.For a moment, I wonder if it’s real or just another hallucination crafted by the pain I’m going through.I've been coasting between the thin veil of life and death for some time now, and I had to lock my body in survival mode, using every ounce of energy I have left to knit torn flesh and mend shattered bones.I try to keep my heart beating even though I know it would be easier to let go.I hear the voice again. A growl this time, raw and wounded. It echoes faintly at first, but something about it makes my broken senses twitch.The sound grows, becoming more desperate, and it sparks something inside my mind.A memory slices through the haze, and suddenly I remember where I am and what the hunters are doing to me.I hear a scream, loud enough to wake the dead, and this time I r
INGRID.“Kira, what’s going on with Lucian?” I ask, my eyes locked on his.He stares at me blankly, his gaze distant, cold and empty. It’s like I’m a stranger to him, like he doesn’t recognize me at all.“Why does he look at us like that?” I press, the knot in my stomach twisting tighter.Kira doesn’t respond right away, but I can sense her hesitation, and her pacing in my mind. I close my eyes and plead with her. “Please, Kira. What’s wrong with him?”Finally, she hums, her voice low, and solemn. “Us wolves… have the ability to control our emotions,” she sighs, “especially when we’re in physical pain.”I frown, confused, sensing there’s more.“Lucian…,” she hesitates, and then the words come out in a rush. “He’s been tortured for days now. He has probably shut off the part of his brain that feels pain. Or anything at all, really.”My chest tightens. “So he’s numb…” I whisper in my head, the realization landing like a weight on my chest.“Right now,” Kira continues gently, “Lucian’s m
INGRID."Silas? Is that who I am to you now?" he sneers, buttoning the front of his long, tailored coat. “I’m not Dad anymore?”I drop my gaze to the floor, biting the inside of my cheek.A second later, I feel the cold end of his cane slide under my chin, forcing my face upward until I’m looking straight at him.“I asked you a question, Ingrid,” he blurts, his tone low and clipped. “Have you forgotten your manners?”I glance around the room and notice how quiet everyone is. I can smell their fear from where I am sitting. They are like children bracing for a punishment.I am not going to give him that satisfaction."Well..." I finally speak, my voice trembling just slightly, “you’re not my father, Silas. I know the truth.”I meet his eyes head-on, and watch as his composure wavers.He steps back, blinking twice, his jaw tightening like a vise.Then, I turn to Logan, watching the shock cross his face. “That’s right. Silas isn’t my father,” I spit calmly. “And you’re not my brother.”A
INGRID."Ingrid, wake up!” I hear Kira’s voice, loud, panicked, and echoing through my mind like thunder.I try to open my eyes, but my head is pounding like a war drum, my eyelids feeling like they’re made of stone.Every inch of my body aches—especially my spine, which still sizzles from the electricity they shoved through me."Open your eyes now!" she barks again, fiercer this time.With all the strength I can muster, I force them open.At first, everything is blurry. All I see is shapes and shadows and dull light flickering above. I blink several times, and the fog starts to clear.I tilt my head, barely managing it through the pulsing pain, and I see a figure approaching with heavy footsteps exuding confidence.It's Logan, and he’s holding a taser in his hand.I instinctively jerk back, my heart slamming against my ribs, but I can’t move.My arms are bound to the chair, ropes cutting into my skin, and my ankles too. As expected, the ropes are covered in wolfsbane and I can feel i
INGRID“Come on, Lucian. Help me out here,” I plead, my fingers working furiously at the chains wrapped around his wrists. “I need you to wake up and help me out.”Lucian groans, barely conscious. His head lolling forward again.“Lucian,” I whisper, nudging his shoulder. “Come on. Open your eyes. We don’t have much time.”No response.I keep working on the chains, my movements as quiet as possible, but the metal scrapes against itself, letting out a sharp clink. I freeze, holding my breath, and I quickly peek around the doorway to check if anyone heard.Luckily, no one has.Lucian starts mumbling something to himself a little too loudly.“Shhh! We’ll get caught,” I whisper harshly in his ear, but he doesn’t listen. His voice rises, slurred and confused.“Lucian, what are you doing?” I scold, sternly this time.He finally looks up at me, his gaze clearly fogged, and it's like he doesn’t even recognize me.I hear footsteps coming in multiple sets.I slip to the far side of the room, crou
INGRID"It's time," I mutter to myself, my eyes scanning the alley behind the bakery one last time to ensure the coast is clear.Without hesitation, I bolt toward the vent exit nestled between a row of broken crates and garbage bins.I drop to my knees, pull out the pocket knife from my jacket, and begin unscrewing the rusty bolts one by one.Each twist of the blade sends a metallic groan into the air, and I freeze every time, holding my breath, listening if someone is coming.“Come on Ingrid… come on…” I whisper to myself.Finally, the last screw gives way. I slip the metal cover off, squeeze myself into the narrow shaft, and after one final look behind me, I pull the grate back into place.“Ingrid… you smell that?” Kira whispers faintly in the back of my mind.I pause, and inhale slowly. My nose twitches, and my stomach tightens at the bitter, choking scent.“Wolfsbane,” I mutter, reaching for my pocket quickly and grabbing a folded handkerchief. I use it to cover my nose and mouth.
INGRIDI stay hidden in the abandoned house for the rest of the day, thanks to the supplies I had packed before we left the compound. It isn’t much, but it’s enough to keep me going.The hours crawl by, the silence stretching thick and tense. I pace, sit, then pace again my thoughts circling endlessly, as I try to figure out where Lucian might have been taken.They left no clues, or scent trails hence I have nothing to work with.I think of all the places they could have taken him over and over again and frustratingly, my instincts keep bringing me back to one place. My bakery.When I think why? It’s close to this abandoned house and it’s also the last place anyone would think to look.“Ingrid, I think you should’ve gone back with them,” Kira’s voice echoes softly in my head, her tone tight with concern. “This is too dangerous. Remember what happened the last time you went back to that bakery?”I finish the last bite of tuna, swallowing hard. “Yeah… I remember. Logan found me and almos
INGRIDEveryone gathers in the room Lucian had been kept in and I can feel the air thickening with tension and quiet desperation.The bloodstain on the floor feels like a wound to my chest which made me freeze the second I saw it.Around me, the others begin to use their wolf senses, sniffing the air, trying to pick up a trail.“I can’t get anything,” one of them mutters, frustration clear in his voice.“Me neither,” another adds.Ezra’s eyes flick to me, then back to them. “Find something. Anything,” he commands.They hesitate, clearly discouraged, but obey and begin scouring the rest of the house.“Are you just going to stand there, or are you actually going to help?” Victoria snaps from behind me.Before I can react, I see Ezra give her a glare so deadly that she immediately backs off.She’s right though. I can’t just stand here. Not while everyone else is searching for a trace of him.Kira, I whisper in my head, please help me find something. Anything.She hums softly in response,