"Lola, you must quit running."
Even though Kael's voice was low—almost like a whisper—it cut right through me, freezing every muscle in my body. My heart was thumping in my chest and my head was still racing when I staggered out of the café. I was exhausted, confused, and feeling overtaken by all that had transpired during the last 24 hours. None of this could really be real. I wasn't some Luna who was meant to be a werewolf pack member. I no longer even knew if I could trust my own judgment.
I turned to look at him. He seemed to be able to see right through the barriers I had put up because his eyes—those terrible eyes—were fixed on me.
"What makes you follow me?" I asked, sounding more desperate than I meant to. "I don't comprehend. Why has everything changed all of a sudden?
Kael took a while to reply. He didn't have to. He never looked away. The air itself seemed to be electrified with something I couldn't fully understand, and I could feel the weight of his presence. Something hazardous. Something strong.
He took a hesitant step toward her and said, "Lola, I'm not following you." "You are mine, which is why I am here." Like a declaration of war, the words fell heavily between us. Additionally, you won't flee from what is about to happen. You are unable to.
My chest tightened. I wanted to scream and tell him to stop bothering me, but there was a part of me that knew what he was saying was true, even though I didn't want to admit it. We had a connection that was too genuine. Too indisputable.
I retreated and pressed myself up against the alley's chilly brick wall. I tried to seem stronger than I actually was by saying, "I don't even know you." "Why should I have faith in you? You're... you're insane.
Kael's lips quirked, as if he were trying to hide a smile, but it was the kind of smile that made my skin crawl. "Lola, you don't have to believe me. However, you must comprehend something. You're not a human.
With a dry throat, I swallowed hard. "What exactly does that mean? What do you say?
For a split second, I thought I saw a glimmer of tenderness in Kael's eyes as his gaze softened. However, it vanished as swiftly as it had emerged. You belong to us, I'm saying. To the group. To me.
The pack was there once more. The thing I was unable to comprehend. How could I be a member of a werewolf organization? I had always considered myself to be just... ordinary. But I knew something was amiss and that there was more to my narrative than I could have ever imagined because of everything inside of me, including the burning in my veins, the pounding in my chest, and the draw I felt toward him.
I shook my head and said, "I'm not like you." "I am not someone's property."
Kael took a single step forward, bringing us closer together. "Lola, you have been concealed. from us. from your actual relatives. from your actual fate. For the first time, there was a raw edge to his voice as it plummeted. "And you're awake at last now."
He said something that made me uneasy, but I wasn't sure what he meant. "You keep using the word 'hidden,'" I mumbled, my thoughts racing. "What exactly does that mean? Really, who am I?
Kael's face grew serious. Exhaling as if to collect his thoughts, he ran a hand through his hair. "You deserve the truth, but I'm not supposed to tell you this."
I prepared myself. The truth wasn't something I was sure I wanted to hear. There appeared to be a cost associated with the truth that I wasn't sure I could afford.
Kael went on, his voice steady but laden with emotion, "I knew you were different from the moment I saw you." "You possess the mark—the Luna's emblem. It is an indication of the person who can guide and safeguard us. His eyes hardened as he paused. However, that mark is a curse as well. It connects you to the group. To the lineage. To me.
"Why me?" Before I could stop it, the question slipped out of my mouth in a murmur. "What makes me so unique?"
Kael's jaw tensed, and I briefly believed he may not respond. However, his voice sank and his eyes softened. "The last Luna was your mom. You were left behind when she vanished years ago. Lola, you were brought up by folks who had no idea who you were. They protected and concealed you. However, now... His voice trailed off. "They're after you now. The only one who can repair the damaged pack is you.
I was at a loss for words. I could hardly hear my own thoughts since my heart was beating so loudly. Was this thing for real? Was I truly a part of this world, of him? To something that was beyond my comprehension?
I shook my head and said, "I don't belong here." "I'm not sure what you're asking of me. However, I don't want to be involved.
A glimmer of annoyance appeared in Kael's eyes as his gaze darkened. "You have no other option."
"Pardon me?" I yelled, raising my voice. "What do you mean that I have no other option?"
I turned before Kael could answer, and heard footsteps coming. At the end of the lane, a group of persons emerged, moving steadily and with purpose. They didn't appear to be regular individuals; there was something threatening about the way they moved and walked.
Kael's face hardened as his eyes darted to them. "Fuck it. They are ahead of schedule.
I tensely turned to face him. "Who are they?"
"The pack," Kael murmured softly. "Those who have been looking for you."
I experienced a wave of panic. These were not your average males who were coming. They had a vitality, a primordial quality. A scary thing. My skin crawled.
Kael took a step forward me and touched my arm. I was startled by the heat of his touch, but I wasn't sure if it was from fear or something else.
With an anxious tone, he said, "You must accompany me." "Now."
With my chest constricted, I stepped back. "I won't accompany you anywhere."
Kael's jaw tightened and his face hardened. "Listen to me, Lola. There is no choice in this. They'll compel you to accompany them and make you perform tasks you don't want to perform. You must have faith in me.
One of the approaching figures let out a low growl, and I felt a chill run down my spine.
Without unexpectedly, Kael tugged me toward him by grabbing my wrist and wrapping his fingers around my flesh like iron.
With a low command, he murmured, "You don't have much time." "You must come right away. Prior to it being too late.
I felt like screaming. I wanted to defend myself from him. However, I noticed something that made me freeze as I stared into his eyes. Desperation. Fear. And something else—something that caused me to doubt all of my assumptions.
The sound of footsteps increased. The pack was getting closer.
I also didn't know who I was or where I was meant to be for the first time in my life.
"Lola, you can't keep escaping this."Kael was standing in front of me, his body tense, his eyes black with a maelstrom of emotions, and I could sense the frustration in his words. Even though we were in a tiny, poorly lit chamber in the middle of a forest, distant from the busy city, I couldn't get rid of the feeling that I wasn't really safe. The way Kael was staring at me, no. Not with the way I felt about things. Confusion and an identity that didn't feel like mine were engulfing me.I tried to control my voice, but the tremble persisted, and snapped, "I'm not running." "I'm not sure what's going on, but this—" I gestured with my hand. This is not who I am. Kael, I have no place in your universe.His eyes grew softer for a second, then hardened once again. "Lola, you have no other option. Whether you like it or not, you are a part of this planet. You will ruin everything if you don't learn to control your powers, which are already beginning to manifest.I instinctively flinched as
"You mean that I'm the key?" As I stood at the doorway of the room, my hand still shaking from Kael's touch on my wrist, I questioned, my voice hardly more than a whisper.The man with the icy, calculating gaze who had spoken first moved forward. There was an indisputable tension in the room because of him. "The prophecy," he replied in a gravelly, low voice. "You know about it, don't you?"I looked at Kael, but I couldn't read his face; there was just a tiny, unidentifiable spark of something behind his dark eyes. "Which prophecy?" With a parched throat and the air getting thicker by the moment, I inquired.The man rubbed his temples and sighed in frustration. "The one that has been handed down over the years." The one that signifies the start of the pack's demise for you, Lola.A shiver went through my body. "I don't get it."He paced the room while muttering, "Of course you don't." "Never do any of you. That is the issue.Kael took a step forward, his palm now softly resting on the
"You ought to have been ready," Kael whispered, his tone low and slightly tinged with annoyance. As we made our way through the thick woods that surrounded the pack's territory, his words lingered in the air like an unspoken warning that I could hardly understand."What are you ready for?" With the cool night air stinging my skin and the weight of uncertainty bearing down on me from all sides, I bounded back.For a brief moment, I believed I saw something in Kael's eyes as his gaze shifted to me. Perhaps a softness? However, it was soon concealed by the typical reserved demeanor I had grown accustomed to seeing from him. "For them."My boots crunched against the leaves as I came to a stop. "Who are 'them'?" I inquired, feeling as though I were suddenly on my way to being put to death."You'll see," Kael said, sounding almost... contrite? That didn't make logic, though. There was nothing logical about this.The trees in front of me parted before I could reply, exposing a clearing where
"I promise, Lola, this isn't a lie!" Kira's hurried, panicked voice startled me out of my reverie. She thrust her phone in my face as I looked across at her, our wide eyes meeting.My gut roiled, so I stepped back and murmured, "You have to be kidding me." "What is meant to be here?"An image of an antique symbol appeared on the screen; it was a ragged, round pattern that seemed to have come from some dusty old book of mythology. I didn't know why it felt so familiar, but I recognized it right away. It seemed as though a ghost was stroking my flesh.Kira's voice lowered, full of an intensity I hadn't heard in a long time, and she continued, "It's on your wrist, Lola." It's the mark. The one about which everyone talks.The mark. It had always seemed to me like a strange birthmark. When I was younger, I had a strange little swirly thing on my wrist that gradually diminished with age but never entirely vanished. Now, however, as I stared at Kira's phone, the uneasiness in her voice tore
"You ought to have been ready," Kael whispered, his tone low and slightly tinged with annoyance. As we made our way through the thick woods that surrounded the pack's territory, his words lingered in the air like an unspoken warning that I could hardly understand."What are you ready for?" With the cool night air stinging my skin and the weight of uncertainty bearing down on me from all sides, I bounded back.For a brief moment, I believed I saw something in Kael's eyes as his gaze shifted to me. Perhaps a softness? However, it was soon concealed by the typical reserved demeanor I had grown accustomed to seeing from him. "For them."My boots crunched against the leaves as I came to a stop. "Who are 'them'?" I inquired, feeling as though I were suddenly on my way to being put to death."You'll see," Kael said, sounding almost... contrite? That didn't make logic, though. There was nothing logical about this.The trees in front of me parted before I could reply, exposing a clearing where
"You mean that I'm the key?" As I stood at the doorway of the room, my hand still shaking from Kael's touch on my wrist, I questioned, my voice hardly more than a whisper.The man with the icy, calculating gaze who had spoken first moved forward. There was an indisputable tension in the room because of him. "The prophecy," he replied in a gravelly, low voice. "You know about it, don't you?"I looked at Kael, but I couldn't read his face; there was just a tiny, unidentifiable spark of something behind his dark eyes. "Which prophecy?" With a parched throat and the air getting thicker by the moment, I inquired.The man rubbed his temples and sighed in frustration. "The one that has been handed down over the years." The one that signifies the start of the pack's demise for you, Lola.A shiver went through my body. "I don't get it."He paced the room while muttering, "Of course you don't." "Never do any of you. That is the issue.Kael took a step forward, his palm now softly resting on the
"Lola, you can't keep escaping this."Kael was standing in front of me, his body tense, his eyes black with a maelstrom of emotions, and I could sense the frustration in his words. Even though we were in a tiny, poorly lit chamber in the middle of a forest, distant from the busy city, I couldn't get rid of the feeling that I wasn't really safe. The way Kael was staring at me, no. Not with the way I felt about things. Confusion and an identity that didn't feel like mine were engulfing me.I tried to control my voice, but the tremble persisted, and snapped, "I'm not running." "I'm not sure what's going on, but this—" I gestured with my hand. This is not who I am. Kael, I have no place in your universe.His eyes grew softer for a second, then hardened once again. "Lola, you have no other option. Whether you like it or not, you are a part of this planet. You will ruin everything if you don't learn to control your powers, which are already beginning to manifest.I instinctively flinched as
"Lola, you must quit running."Even though Kael's voice was low—almost like a whisper—it cut right through me, freezing every muscle in my body. My heart was thumping in my chest and my head was still racing when I staggered out of the café. I was exhausted, confused, and feeling overtaken by all that had transpired during the last 24 hours. None of this could really be real. I wasn't some Luna who was meant to be a werewolf pack member. I no longer even knew if I could trust my own judgment.I turned to look at him. He seemed to be able to see right through the barriers I had put up because his eyes—those terrible eyes—were fixed on me."What makes you follow me?" I asked, sounding more desperate than I meant to. "I don't comprehend. Why has everything changed all of a sudden?Kael took a while to reply. He didn't have to. He never looked away. The air itself seemed to be electrified with something I couldn't fully understand, and I could feel the weight of his presence. Something ha
"I promise, Lola, this isn't a lie!" Kira's hurried, panicked voice startled me out of my reverie. She thrust her phone in my face as I looked across at her, our wide eyes meeting.My gut roiled, so I stepped back and murmured, "You have to be kidding me." "What is meant to be here?"An image of an antique symbol appeared on the screen; it was a ragged, round pattern that seemed to have come from some dusty old book of mythology. I didn't know why it felt so familiar, but I recognized it right away. It seemed as though a ghost was stroking my flesh.Kira's voice lowered, full of an intensity I hadn't heard in a long time, and she continued, "It's on your wrist, Lola." It's the mark. The one about which everyone talks.The mark. It had always seemed to me like a strange birthmark. When I was younger, I had a strange little swirly thing on my wrist that gradually diminished with age but never entirely vanished. Now, however, as I stared at Kira's phone, the uneasiness in her voice tore