Lightning flashed outside Callum's office window, illuminating his rigid posture as he faced Amelia. I pressed myself against the wall beside the partially open door, my heart thundering in my chest. After weeks of investigating, the trail had led me here—to a confrontation I never expected to witness."Care to explain this?" Callum's voice carried the dangerous edge I'd come to recognize—the Alpha barely containing his rage. Papers slapped against his desk. "Unauthorized experiments on werewolf DNA? You've been working with humans behind the pack's back."I caught my breath, pieces clicking into place. The missing research files from my old company, James's strange behavior before his attack—it all connected to Amelia."My, my." Amelia's laugh held no warmth. "The mighty Alpha finally caught up. Though you're missing the most delicious part of the story." Her heels clicked against the hardwood as she moved closer to his desk. "Did you never wonder why I took such... special interest
Silver moonlight pierced through the ancient oaks of Hampstead Heath, casting long shadows across my face as I tracked the hunters' movements. My newfound werewolf senses picked up their acrid scent - gun oil and silver, a deadly combination that made my stomach churn. Three months ago, I'd been nothing more than a corporate executive nursing a broken heart. Now, I stood at the edge of a centuries-old clearing, helping coordinate the defense of a werewolf pack against trained killers."They're moving into position along the eastern perimeter," I whispered to Callum, my voice barely audible even in the stillness of the night. Despite everything between us - the betrayal, the lies, the pain - we fell into an easy rhythm of cooperation. His massive frame shifted slightly, unconsciously shielding me from the bitter autumn wind."How many?" His low voice sent an involuntary shiver down my spine, reminding me of easier times. Of passionate nights and whispered promises that now lay in ruins
My hands trembled as I burst through the doors of the pack's medical facility, the acrid smell of burning flesh and silver poisoning assaulting my heightened senses. Callum lay writhing on the examination table, his powerful frame wracked with convulsions. Black lines spider-webbed across his chest where the silver bullets had struck him, each one a testament to how close I was to losing him."Status report," I barked at Fiona, forcing my corporate mask into place. I couldn't afford to let emotions cloud my judgment – not when Callum's life hung in the balance."Five silver bullets, My Lady," Fiona answered, her usual fierce demeanor cracking. "The hunters ambushed him outside Canary Wharf. We barely got him here in time."The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across the stainless steel surfaces as I cut away Callum's shirt. My medical training from my human life crashed against my wolf instincts – one demanding precise, calculated movements, the other howling to save my mate at a
My heels clicked against rain-slicked pavement as I raced through London's financial district, each step carrying me closer to the International Press Centre where news vans clustered like vultures. The mate bond pulsed with Callum's pain, a constant reminder of what I'd left behind. But I couldn't think about that now. Not when Amelia was minutes away from exposing our entire world. Thunder rumbled overhead, matching the storm raging in my chest. My enhanced senses picked up the acrid scent of wet asphalt and the metallic tang of approaching rain. Everything felt sharper since my transformation – including the guilt that threatened to consume me. I forced myself to focus on the immediate threat. Amelia Thornton, with her ice-blue eyes and perfectly manicured claws, was about to throw both human and werewolf societies into chaos. And it was partially my fault. If I hadn't been so consumed by my past trauma, so quick to doubt Callum... A sleek black car pulled up beside me, and I
I slipped into the back of the hall, scanning the crowd. My heart nearly stopped when I spotted them – hunters, just as Emilia had warned. They were dressed like security, but I recognized their stance, the way their hands stayed close to concealed weapons. Silver, most likely. My shoulder twinged in phantom pain, remembering my first and only encounter with a silver bullet. On stage, technicians were setting up a large screen. A silver briefcase sat on the podium, and I could smell the contents even from here – DNA samples, video evidence, everything needed to prove the existence of werewolves to a world that wasn't ready for us. Movement in the wings caught my attention. James stepped out briefly to speak with Amelia, his hand lingering on her shoulder in a gesture that was far too intimate for cousins. The pieces clicked into place with sickening clarity. No wonder he'd been so eager to blame me for manufactured infidelity – he'd been carrying on with Amelia the entire time. My
The acrid scent of silver ammunition burns my nostrils as I watch Amelia stride onto the stage, her white Chanel suit gleaming under the harsh spotlights. From my position behind the heavy curtains, I can pick out at least twelve hunters scattered through the crowd, their weapons concealed beneath pressed suits and casual wear. My enhanced senses catch whiffs of gun oil and the metallic tang that could end us all.My fingers fly across my laptop keyboard, corporate instincts merging with werewolf intuition as I work to infiltrate the venue's systems. Each passing second drives home what's at stake – not just Callum's pack, but every supernatural being living quietly among humans. The massive LED screens flanking the stage display Amelia's perfectly composed face, her ice-blue eyes gleaming with triumph as she approaches the podium."Fiona," I whisper into my earpiece, "status?""Security's in position," her voice crackles back. "But Olivia... Callum's here."My heart stutters. I catch
The lights of BBC's main studio blazed around me like an interrogation chamber. My heightened senses picked up every detail: the acrid scent of human anxiety mixing with the subtle musk of concealed werewolves, the rapid-fire clicks of camera shutters, and the thundering heartbeats of dozens of journalists. Each breath felt heavy with the weight of secrets about to be exposed.Amelia Thornton commanded the podium like she owned it, her cream Chanel suit making her platinum hair glow like a twisted halo. My INTJ mind calculated possible outcomes as I watched from the wings, fighting the urge to shift and tear out her throat. That wouldn't exactly help our image problem."Ladies and gentlemen." Her voice cut through the air like a silver blade. "I'm here today to expose a dangerous element hiding among London's elite." Her ice-blue eyes found mine in the darkness, glittering with predatory satisfaction.The projector hummed to life behind her, displaying carefully edited footage of part
Viral footage of my partial shift played across the screens in an endless loop. My wolf form, caught mid-transformation, launching through the air to save that child. The council chamber's ancient stone walls seemed to close in as I watched my secret—our secret—broadcast to the world."And now, ladies and gentlemen, shocking evidence has emerged of what appears to be a real-life werewolf transformation..." The reporter's voice echoed through the chamber, making my skin crawl.A low growl rumbled in my chest. My wolf bristled, wanting to tear apart the screens, to destroy the evidence of our exposure. Amelia's triumphant smirk from across the chamber only fueled my rage.She stood there in her pristine Chanel suit, platinum hair gleaming under the harsh lights, looking every bit the corporate queen she pretended to be. But I knew better now. The ice in her blue eyes matched the calculated nature of her betrayal."The genetic samples have already been distributed to major research facil