The forbidden amare

CHAPTER TWO Jaydon’s POVThe days that followed the first transformation were a blur of new experiences and emotions. I would wake up every morning and feel different, more in touch with the world around me, but at the same time, I couldn't reconcile it with my old life. These words of Alex and the others were echoing in my mind: “I was part of something ancient, something much larger than myself.”And I had a destiny to fulfill."Jaydon," Alex called out, his voice a steady anchor amidst my swirling thoughts. "Diana is ready to see you."Diana, the pack's elder, was a figure shrouded in mystery and reverence. I heard eavesdropped earlier of unending praises of her wisdom and the depth of her knowledge, but meeting her face-to-face filled me with a mix of anticipation and unease. It felt like the way Alex was leading me parted trees, acknowledgment of our passage humming through the air with almost tangible energy. And there she was, in the middle of a clearing bathed in soft ligh

CHAPTER FOUR Jaydon’s POVNight had a way of revealing the world’s true nature. All is so simple under the sun: light and shadow, right and wrong, hope and despair. In the dark, though, these lines blurred, and what lay hidden in the shadows might be more terrifying than anything walking in the daylight. It all started making sense now, in ways I never imagined possible before my transformation. The moonlight had become my guide, but the night still held secrets I wasn't quite sure I was ready to face.---The chill in the night seemed much colder, the sort of cold that eats into your bones, as though the very air had a warning. I was edgy because Diana had spoken some words into my ear earlier in the day. She feared she had perceived something— a distortion in the natural order. It was subtle— subtle enough for anybody to miss, like a ripple effect in a calm lake, but it was there for sure. "Jaydon," Alex's voice came to me, steady as always but with an undercurrent of urgency. "

Jaydon’s POVThe pain… It was unlike anything I had ever felt in my lifetime as a human and a wolf. The agony… It tore through me, consuming every thought process, every breath and reason I had left. The only singular thought that relived through and existed in my brain at the moment was the overwhelming torment that burned through my body with every beat in my heart. I could feel the life draining out of me bit by bit. I could feel every drop of blood that had marked its place into the earth take another piece of my soul away from me. The ground beneath me was stone cold, and was damp with the blood I unconsciously spilled. My blood. It pooled around me, soaking into the dirt, the leaves, the very fabric of the forest. My forest. My home. My pack. And I was failing them.Sebastian's teeth had ripped and torn through my every flesh and muscle, tearing my throat open in a way that I felt no amount of healing could fix it. I could feel what’s left of my strength slip away from me, my

It was raining still when I woke for the second time, but slower rain tapped in a pondering beat against the window frame and calmed me following a tumultuous rest. I blinked sleepily, confused as I slapped the lamp beside my bed — Olivia's room. The wooden beams above me, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on walls matching the soft scent of herbs mingling with an earthy aroma as well and—well sweet heavens—it was a far cry from the icy fear and blood-soaked reality to which I should not have lived. That I lay there a moment, my mind slowly cycling through and stringing together the pieces of memory that had led me to this place. The fight with Sebastian, the hurt, the fear and then……Olivia. Except this woman – a stranger after all— she had found me, and rescued me somehow, was caring for me like I was something so small and delicate that it needed to be protected. But why? And more importantly, how? I could never shake the question, it gnawed at me persistently. I had li