He emerges from the shadows, his steps slow, measured. Like a predator that's already decided I'm his prey. He is pitch black, his fur shining under the moonlight, his blue eyes, gleaming like a cold fire, lock onto mine, and for the first time in a long time, I feel something cold slide down my spine. But I don't flinch. Instead, I meet his gaze, my breath steady despite the fire raging in my chest.
He says nothing at first. Just watching, sizing me up. That's when he decides to shift right in front of me, revealing a man standing tall, with cream-white skin as compared to my tanned, caramel one... His hair is dark, as dark as it was in his Wolf form and his features are sharp and defined, He is naked, baring his large, muscular body before me, and I try my best not to look at his manhood, my eyebrows rising for a moment before I look away, trying to ignore ... large it is... I eventually look back at him, finding him putting on a bare of trousers, his skin glistening as he tilts his head at me, analysing me as he steps forward. I've been in enough fights to recognise that look. He's calculating. Figuring out if I'm worth the trouble. "You have 10 seconds to tell me who you are and what you're doing on my territory," he speaks and his voice, low and sharp as a blade, sends a cold shiver through my body... The Wolves behind him grow restless, their growls rising as the tension between us builds. One twitch of his head, a slight nod from his head, and they'll attack. I know. I can feel the violence already simmering in the air... "10." He begins to count down and my heart thumps harshly in my chest, realising that I am only moments away from becoming worm food. "Kaida. Kai for short." I answer as my eyes dart to all the wolves around me. "Just passing through..." I answer him. His lips twitch but there's no humour there. "You think I have time jokes you fucking rogue?" He tells me and I can feel the anger slipping through his voice, the pure hatred even though he has no idea who I am. I then raise my hands in the air, turning around to each of them to show them that I won't be attacking any of them... just yet... "Look I don't want any trouble. I came here by accident, so if you guys could just let me go...-" I try to say, having my back turned on the Alpha, but he soon interrupts me... "You're not going anywhere... unfortunately for you, we don't spare rogues... " I hear him say behind me and that's when I sigh to myself before slowly turning around to face him, my once civil expression dying down to serious as I bring my grey eyes to face him... I figured this wouldn't be that easy... The silence stretches between us, thick and heavy. His wolves prowl closer, waiting for the word that'll send them flying at my throat, ready to tear me to shreds... And soon, he gives the order. "Seize her." He orders and I was expecting an order of execution, but thankfully it never comes. The moment his gaze shifts from me, I bolt, breaking for the trees. I hear the snap of jaws behind me, the snarls of wolves too close for comfort. My heart slams against my ribs as I tear through the brush, faster than I should be after days of running. But fear does that. It wakes you up. Sharpens you. Something barrels into me, and I hit the ground hard, the breath knocked from my lungs as I roll across the dirt. Pain explodes in my side, and before I can get my bearings, I feel a heavy weight pinning me down. One of his Wolves. Teeth graze the back of my neck, and I know it's over. They’re about to kill me... Except... they don’t... not yet at least. The weight is gone just as quickly, a low snarl filling the air. I roll onto my back, gasping, and catch a glimpse of the Alpha standing over me, his hand raised to stop his wolves... I then notice that the wolf that was on top of me is metres away, whining as if he had been injured. Did he just... throw him off me? The Alpha’s eyes are locked on mine, a frown pulling at his lips. He's not happy. He expected this to go differently. He expected me to be easy. I push myself to my knees, glaring up at him, every instinct telling me to fight, to run, to do something other than kneel here in the dirt like prey. But I don't get the chance. "Seems I will have to deal with you myself," he says, his voice cold and final. I wipe the blood from my lip and meet his gaze with the last bit of defiance I have left. "Do you expect me to be flattered?" But it's not my choice anymore. They think I'm done. The Alpha's wolves circle me, their eyes glowing in the dark, teeth bared and ready. Their claws dig into the ground, impatient for blood. I stay on my knees, playing into their assumptions. Weak. Beaten. Let them think that. The first one lunges without warning. His teeth snap, aiming for my throat, but I twist out of reach just in time. My body may be bruised and aching, but I'm not broken. Not even close. I grab his muzzle and wrench him to the side, slamming his head against the hard ground. The impact shakes through me, but I'm already moving, spinning on my heels as the next wolf charges. Another one. Bigger. Slower. I don't even give him a chance to think. I grab him by the fur and flip him onto his back, my boot driving into his ribs. He howls in pain, and it echoes in the night. Good. They'll remember this. The other wolves hesitate now, their eyes switching to the Alpha, waiting for his command. But he just watches, arms crossed over his chest like this is some kind of test. His calm is unnerving, but I can't afford to think about him right now. Not with three more wolves to deal with. They won't hesitate forever. Another one barrels toward me, but this one is smarter. He comes at me from the side, aiming for my legs, trying to knock me off balance. I jump, kicking out mid-air and catching him under the jaw. His head snaps back with a yelp, and he stumbles, but he's not out yet. Not like the others. I roll forward, spinning back onto my feet just as he leaps again. He's fast, but I'm much faster. I grab his fur and use his momentum to swing him straight into a nearby tree. The crack of bone is loud enough to make the others flinch. One more down. The remaining two move in sync now, smarter, more cautious. They flank me, one on each side, eyes locked on me, waiting for the right moment. I don't wait. I dive forward, grabbing the one on the left by his throat. His claws tear into my arm, but I don't let go. I squeeze, watching the light fade from his eyes, and toss him to the ground. Blood drips from my fingers. My own blood, mixed with theirs. One left. This one's different. Bigger. Older. His eyes are steady, calculating. He's not just a wolf; he's a soldier. One who's been trained to kill. He charges me without hesitation, his teeth flashing in the moonlight. I brace for impact, but I'm not fast enough. His claws catch my shoulder, and the pain is instant, sharp. I grunt, pushing back against him with everything I've got, but he's too strong. He's forcing me to the ground, his weight crushing the air out of my lungs. I'm about to strike when a shadow moves behind him. The Alpha. Before I can react, he's on me. His hands lock around my wrists, pinning me to the dirt. The remaining wolf steps back, retreating as the Alpha takes over. His grip is powerful as he keeps me on the ground, hovering over me. I thrash, bucking against him with everything I have left, but it's not enough. He's stronger than any of them. Stronger than me... "Stop fighting and maybe I'll end it quickly..." he growls, his voice low and rough, like he's irritated I'm still resisting. "No chance," I snarl, baring my teeth at him as a growl vibrates through my teeth. His eyes darken. "Very well then..." With a swift motion, he yanks me up, dragging me to my feet. My vision blurs, pain lancing through my shoulder where the wolf's claws tore into me. Blood drips down my arm, but I push through it. I twist, trying to break his hold, but he slams me back into the ground. The world tilts, and my head hits the dirt hard enough to make my ears ring. For a second, everything goes black, but I refuse to let it swallow me. I bite down on the pain and keep my eyes locked on his, defiance burning in my chest. He leans in close, his breath hot against my ear. "You should have listened when you had the chance..." His grip tightens around my throat, and the edges of my vision start to darken again. He's not choking me—he's too controlled for that—but he's reminding me that he could. Easily... "Just do it... kill me if that's what you want so badly..." I spit out, struggling against his hold as I look deep into his eyes. "Now you're begging? Can't say I was expecting that" he says, his voice calm, almost bored. I manage a smirk, though it hurts like hell. "Trust me I've been ready to die a long time ago... death doesn't scare me anymore" I whisper through the pain. For the first time, I see something flash in his eyes. Anger? Amusement? I can't tell. But he doesn't react the way I expect. Instead, he loosens his grip just enough for me to breathe, though he doesn't let go. I growl, pushing against his hold with whatever strength I've got left. But he's not budging. He presses down harder, and this time, my body can't keep up. My limbs go heavy, and no matter how hard I fight, it's like trying to swim through quicksand. “What… are you…waiting for…?" I whisper, the words barely escaping as the blackness creeps in. I hate this—hate being trapped, hate being weak. I won't let it end like this. But I don't have a choice. The world tilts again, and the last thing I see is the Alpha's eyes, cold and unreadable, before everything fades to black...I wake up to darkness, my head pounding like someone’s taken a hammer to it.For a moment, I don’t move, don’t breathe. I keep my eyes closed and feel out my surroundings the way I always do when I wake up in a new place. I’m cold. My hands are stiff, my body sore. The stone beneath me feels rough and unwelcoming. My senses come online slowly, piecing together the details like a puzzle, but it’s a twisted version of the place I grew up—a place that would never feel like home.The scent of blood and sweat fills my nose. My blood. My shoulder aches where the wolf’s claws tore into it, but it’s not bleeding anymore. My wounds aren’t healing completely either, which means I must’ve only been out for three or four hours. Someone kept me alive, kept me chained here, and for what?I open my eyes, and the world swims into focus. Stone walls. Thick iron bars. A cage. No.I push myself up onto my knees, ignoring the pain, and look around. It’s a small cell, barely big enough to stand in. The on
I have absolutely no concept of time in this damn cell. It could be midday or late afternoon for all I know and the tiny window close to the ceiling isn't helping to provide enough light to help me decipher what time of the day it is.I've probably been here almost 18 hours, almost a full day. Just great. My mind travels back to the day before and how I even got myself into this mess.I had just left my previous settlement, being on the move for a few days around this new region. Usually, I had studied the maps of different packs, territories and areas around me so I knew where almost everything was. "No man's land" is typically where I would find myself. These are areas not owned by any packs but instead were heavily populated by humans. I could live amongst them, hiding as one of them and usually I would be successful.I would live in small spaces, one-bedroomed houses, homeless shelters, did whatever work, how dangerous, and even stole money just to get around, just to keep myself m
The three lug-heads continue to carry me through a narrow dark hallway, filled with cells just like the one I was in. Except all the rest of them are empty... I'm guessing they don't really keep prisoners for long..."Where are you taking me?!" I scream at them as I continue to fight them but I'm afraid to say I've been weakened by the silver, so I am unfortunately not at my full strength.They carry me towards a staircase, ignoring all my commotion. Finally, we reach the top of the steps and the blonde man opens the door right at the top of the staircase. Light floods into the tunnel, momentarily blinding me and making me squint my eyes at the sensitivity.I then feel them finally let me go, my feet hitting solid ground, wrenching my arm from their grip and ignoring the soreness that ripples through my shoulders from being dragged.Finally, I adjust to the lighting and see that we are in the forest and it appears to be the afternoon, just like I had predicted."Don't try anything stu
As soon as the men are gone, it's just me and him in the room, a heaviness filling my chest as he watches me. He doesn't say anything to me at all, instead, he continues to watch me, analyze me, every detail of me. A frown suddenly appears on my face as I try to decipher what could be going in through that sick head of his, and when I've finally had enough of the silence, I decide to speak up. "What the hell do you want with me?" I demand, breaking the silence. I've had enough of this—enough of their glares, their questions, their assumption that I owe them anything. "Speak, damn it." He raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Be silent." The command is cold, like ice water down my spine, but I hold my ground. I then watch him as he slowly walks around his desk and approaches me. "You're a rogue, clearly..." he continues, as if I'm not even worth the effort of conversation. "But there's something about your scent... something different from all the rest..." he tells me and that'
Octavius and I stare at each other for a moment, silence stretching between us, thick as a winter fog. I feel his grip tightening on my forearms, his fingers digging into my skin just enough to remind me who's in control here, just as I gasp and squint my eyes at him. I refuse to break eye contact, my breathing slightly heavy and my gaze defiant as I look up at him, daring him to try me. I won't give him an inch, not now, not ever.After a moment, his gaze drifts down, his expression shifting slightly as he studies my hands. He lifts them up just enough for the light to hit, and I can see the faint frown that tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Looks like it hurts..." he murmurs, his tone low as he examines the burns on my skin, his thumbs brushing close to the angry, raw marks. Something almost like concern flashes across his face...That's when I jerk my hands back, yanking them out of his grip, and take a step away from him, anger flaring hot in my chest. "Don't touch me." I snarl,
As we walk forward, I feel the eyes of the Raven Moon pack members on me, their gazes filled with curiosity, suspicion, and that barely concealed disdain I'm getting all too familiar with. I keep my head high, my face impassive, refusing to let them see any weakness. Let them stare. Let them judge. I won't give them the satisfaction of knowing how much I hate every second of this...The hallway twists and turns as I follow Miyuki's brisk pace. The packhouse is deceptively large, more like a maze than a home. Warm lighting and the faint scent of pine and earth fill the air, but none of it feels warm or inviting. This place is more fortress than home."Don't think this changes anything," Miyuki says sharply, glancing back at me with a sneer. "Just because we haven't killed you yet doesn't mean your fate isn't decided.""Currently shivering in me timbers," I answer dryly, rolling my eyes. I put as much sarcasm as I can muster into the words, and I catch a flash of annoyance on her face.
As soon as Miss Anne leaves the room, I feel the silence close in around me. The fire crackles quietly in the corner, casting flickering shadows on the walls, but the warmth does nothing to ease the tension simmering under my skin. I glance at the door, my mind racing.This is my chance.I don't care how many guards they have outside or what twisted reasoning that Alpha thinks justifies keeping me here. I'm not about to sit around waiting for them to decide my fate. My fingers itch with impatience, just as I look at them. The pain has gone completely, making me raise my eyebrows in surprise, having no idea that it would heal me completely. I sigh to myself, being glad that I don’t have to worry about the pain anymore and press forward, tiptoeing toward the door as silently as I can manage.Opening the door with my elbow since I have no where to clean this paste off my hands, I peer in the hallway. It is beyond is empty, the soft murmur of voices filtering through from somewhere in the
The steam has barely cleared from the mirror when I step out of the shower, wrapping the white towel around myself as I take a deep breath, feeling at ease after the shower. The fresh scent of soap clings to me, washing away the dirt and sweat, but I know the relief is temporary. In the end, a clean face won’t change the fact that I’m still trapped here, a rogue at the mercy of the Raven Moon Pack...I step into the small room I had been secluded in and glance down at the pile of clothes Miss Anne left for me—a basic top and black sweatpants, simple and practical, with a pair of underwear and a free-sized bra. At least they'll be able to fit my d-cup, usually that could be a problem but I'm glad Miss Anne was considerate enough to bring something that would fit me... I sigh to myself and slip into the clothes, being struck by how strange it feels to be… comfortable. This isn't usually my style. After so long on the run, I’ve grown used to discomfort. I’ve learned to ignore the ache of
Miyuki watches him as he paces, his golden eyes clouded with turmoil, and her chest tightens. She’s seen wolves fall apart before; under pressure, under grief... but there’s something about seeing Cole like this, someone who has carried himself with such confidence when they first met, that makes it hit harder. Her instincts scream at her to step in, to do something, anything, to help him. But what could she possibly say to a man whose entire world has just been turned upside down?“Cole, try to calm down,” she says softly, her voice much more stable than she feels. She takes a small step toward him, unsure if she’s even doing the right thing, and it makes him react almost immediately.“How?” he snaps, whirling to face her, his voice cracking with emotion. “How am I supposed to calm down, Miyuki? I worked for the man who killed my family. Who slaughtered my entire pack!” He raises his arm up, pointing it to nothing in particular, as if to signify Lucien is out there, exhaling sharply
For a moment, the world seems to stop.Cole’s eyes snap to hers, wide and unblinking, and for the first time, she sees the cracks in his cocky façade. The smirk is gone, replaced by something raw and vulnerable, something that cuts deeper than she expected. She finds her heart thumping in her chest, anxiety and guilt filling her body... she didn't expect to feel this bad after telling him the truth...“What?” he says, his voice barely audible, bringing her attention back to the present. A small frown slowly forms on his face and his gaze focuses on her.Miyuki hesitates, her chest tightening as she tries to find the right words to say, the best way to say them...“I’m sorry,” Is the first thing she can muster, her voice quiet and steady despite the storm brewing inside her, taking a few careful steps toward Cole. “But it was him. He ordered it...”Cole doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. He just stares at her, his golden eyes searching hers for any hint of a lie. When he finds none, his sho
Miyuki doesn’t trust Cole.She’s not entirely sure if it’s because of his overly casual demeanour, the sly way he talks, or the fact that his golden eyes seem to linger on her longer than necessary. The way they analyse her, taking in every one of her features... It sends warning bells in her mind, and leaves her unable to think clearly. The question is why, especially for someone she just met... an enemy for that matter. Whatever it is, it irritates her to no end.She remains alone in the room with Cole after everyone has left, her heart suddenly racing as she keeps her eyes on him. She keeps her arms forward as she stares back at him, watching as he takes a few curious steps towards her.The faintest smirk plays on his lips when he notices her walking toward him, and Miyuki feels her irritation spike. She squares her shoulders, forcing her steps to remain steady and controlled, though she can feel her wolf stirring in the back of her mind.Cole watches her approach, his golden eyes
“Lucien has your sister, Korra,” Cole finally says, and for some reason, a weird sense of relief washes over me. It's the moment I realise he has actually been truthful in everything he's been explaining.I remain still as I look back at him, keeping my arms crossed as I frown at him, taking in his words. Those around the room who had not yet heard the news, all turn to look at me, their expressions filled with shock and surprise.As I remain silent, Cole steps forward cautiously, his golden eyes locking with mine. “It’s not just that,” he continues. “The reason your pack was massacred… it wasn’t random. Lucien believed your pack was hiding Lycans. He believed that you, your parents, and your sister were Lycans...” He explains further and the room falls into an eerie silence as everyone’s eyes shift between Cole and me. Finally, I am able to break my gaze from him and instead turn to the person standing next to me.Octavius’s gaze meets mine, his expression hard yet somehow gentle at
I can’t keep still. Every second feels like torture as I try to get a grip on reality, my racing mind. Thoughts and scenarios collapse over each other. Thoughts of my sister, she has been all this time, how she's been living, how she's being kept, what has Lucien been doing to her...The idea that she is even still alive churns inside me, a volatile mix of hope and dread, causing my heart to thump at an abnormal rate as I struggle to contain my anxiety. Victor’s words haunt me, playing on repeat in my mind, and the necklace he pointed out feels like it’s burning against my chest...Is she really alive? Could he be telling the truth?My fingers twitch at my sides as we walk through the hallways of the packhouse. Octavius strides ahead of me, his steps purposeful and focused as he leads us forward. Samson and Miyuki flank him, their faces calm but focused as they both remain silent. Lucas is behind us, ever the carefree one, though even he seems more serious now.I follow, my gaze shift
“As much as I want justice, and revenge for how they destroyed my family, I want things to be done the right way... I don’t want any lives unnecessarily lost. We have to be careful. We don’t have to play the way they do, where countless innocents die. And that’s what will happen if we rush into this.” He answers me quietly, opening his eyes to finally look at me, his voice calm again as he stares back at me.His words hit me like a wave, and for a moment, the fight drains out of me. I look at him, really look at him, and I see the weight he’s been carrying—the same weight I feel crushing my own chest...“Please,” he says, his voice soft as he looks at me, and listening to him ask me, makes my heart flip, creating a softness in my that I never even knew existed... “I’m asking you to trust me on this. And I promise you, Victor and Lucien will get what they deserve...”I stare at him, my mind racing. His words make sense, but my emotions are too raw, too overwhelming to process it all ri
Octavius tugs me out of there with such speed, I barely have time to react. In a matter of moments, we are out of Victor's cells, our footsteps echoing down the hallway as he continues to pull me forward.“Octavius, wait,” I protest, trying to tug my arm free, but his grip doesn’t falter and instead he continues to move forward with a quickness I can't keep up with.“Not here,” he snaps, his tone brooking no debate as he continues leading me down the dimly lit corridor.My mind races, Victor’s words still swirling like a toxic fog in my head. But all I can do now is follow Octavius, his presence both grounding and unnerving as we leave the cells, and Victor’s taunts, behind us.I barely wait until we’re out of the cells before yanking my arm free from Octavius’s grip. My blood is boiling, my mind spinning with Victor’s words, and my frustration with Octavius hits its breaking point.“Octavius, stop!” I snap, my voice sharp enough to echo down the hallway. He freezes for only a moment,
The words sink in as I stare at him. Victor’s smirk twists something deep inside me as I finally convince myself that what is he is saying is actually true.My sister is alive.The necklace... He’s telling the truth. He has to be. My knees feel weak, and for a moment, I think I might collapse at the weight of this revelation.“Korra…” I whisper her name like a prayer, a plea, a desperate hope that this isn’t some cruel game Victor’s playing.Victor leans back against the wall, his satisfaction practically radiating off him. “Now you’re starting to see it, little Luna,” he drawls, his tone mocking but sharper, more dangerous. “But I can’t tell you everything all at once. Where’s the fun in that?” He ends up laughing and once again, I'm sent over the edge.“Stop playing games!” My voice cracks as I step closer to him, threatening to pick him off the ground just like Octavius did. “Where is she? What have you done with her?” I yell at him, my voice echoing through the hallways of the ce
I feel like at any point now, my feet may no longer be able to support my support. As if the things Victor is telling me couldn't have any more shock factor, he drops the final bomb.My sister...He claims she's alive... and he has her..."Another lie... y-you're lying..." I find my voice cracking as I fail completely at keeping myself together. That seems to give him some sort of satisfaction as his eyes glint with excitement."Am I?" He cocks his head slightly as he maintains his gaze on me."Tell me, Kaida... do you ever remember seeing her body... or did you just assume she was gone like the rest of your family...?" He asks and I fail to answer him. The more I think about that day, the more I remember that I didn't see her die... instead, I did as she told me and ran. I saw my parents, Jace, the rest of my friends and family get slaughtered, but before I could see what happened to Korra, I was out of there..."Octavius, you seem to believe me, don't you, cousin?" Victor asks. My e