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• The Outcast's Rejection    Chapter Twenty -Two

  Raine’s POV“That prick,” I muttered under my breath, kicking a loose rock as Lena and I made our way back to town. "I swear, I like him better in his wolf form."Lena snorted, giving me a knowing look. “You know, you might be the only person who thinks that.”I rolled my eyes. “That’s because you’re all blind. He’s just a big, arrogant mutt.”“Mm-hmm.” She hummed, smirking. “A mutt that seems to be softening toward you.”“In your dreams.”“His wolf definitely adores you.”“Shut up.”We continued walking, but I could feel it—Ronan’s presence behind us. He wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was following. His footsteps were too measured, too calculated. I refused to turn around, but the weight of his gaze pressed against my back like a tangible force.What the hell was his problem? One minute, he was my tormentor, the next, my shadow.When we reached the outskirts of the forest, my stomach dropped. Bad luck must have been written all over me tonight because standing there, lea

• The Outcast's Rejection    Chapter Twenty-One

  Ronan’s POVSomething is wrong.My wolf is restless, pacing in my mind like a caged beast. My heartbeat pounds like war drums, fast and erratic, as if I’ve just run for miles. A sick, sinking feeling settles in my stomach."Raine is in danger," my wolf growls, the words laced with fury and desperation.I try to fight him, to keep control, but I know it’s pointless. My wolf is stronger when it comes to her. He won’t stop. He won’t let me ignore this.The shift takes over before I can stop it, my bones breaking, rearranging, my senses sharpening like a blade. The moment my paws hit the earth, I bolt, running toward the forest with one thought pounding in my head.Find her. Protect her.The scent hits me before I even reach the trees—hers. But it’s laced with something that makes my vision blur with rage.Fear.It’s thick, suffocating.And she’s not alone.Lena Monroe is with her. But there’s something else. Something dark. Something is wrong."The creatures," my wolf snarls.Those creat

• The Outcast's Rejection    Chapter Twenty

  Raine povThe forest felt alive in the worst way.A slow, crawling sensation prickled along my skin as I locked eyes with the glowing red orbs in the darkness. A deep, guttural sound rumbled from the shadows—not quite a growl, not quite a snarl.It was something else.Something unnatural.My pulse hammered against my ribs, my breath shallow as my fingers twitched at my sides. Every instinct screamed at me to run.But I couldn’t.Lena was frozen beside me, her breathing sharp, barely audible. I knew she felt it too—the wrongness.The thing in the shadows took a step forward, and the weight in the air doubled. My muscles tensed, like something unseen was pressing down on me, pinning me in place.“What the hell is that?” Lena whispered, her voice tight.I didn’t answer.I couldn’t.Because , I felt like prey. And that thing is my predator.The creature—whatever it was—didn’t fully emerge. It lingered in the darkness, just out of reach of the moonlight filtering through the trees. But I c

• The Outcast's Rejection    Chapter Nineteen

  Raine POVThe night air was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine as Lena and I slipped through the trees, our footsteps barely making a sound against the forest floor.It had been a battle just to get out of the house unnoticed. Brielle had been lurking in every damn corner, watching me like a hawk, waiting for me to slip up. But I hadn’t. I knew how to move quietly. How to disappear when I needed to.And now, here we were—back in the woods where the attack had happened.Where I had been the night before.A shiver crawled down my spine.Lena moved beside me, her sharp gaze scanning the darkness. “Alright,” she whispered. “We find clues, figure out what the hell happened, and then get the hell out of here before anyone realizes we’re gone.”I nodded, but my stomach churned uneasily. This wasn’t just about figuring out what attacked the town.This was about what had happened to me.The strange pull. The way my body had felt... different.But I wasn’t ready to say that out loud. N

• The Outcast's Rejection    Chapter Eighteen

  Raine povThe walk home with Lena was quieter than usual. The weight of the morning’s events still pressed heavily on my chest—the announcement of the attack, the unease that had settled over the town, and the way Ronan had watched me like ….I didn’t want to think about him, though. I didn’t want to think about how his presence haunted my every step or how his heated gaze left something unfamiliar curling inside me.Instead, I focused on something else. Something darker.The thing that had attacked the town. And the fact that I had been right there when it happened."Okay," Lena finally said, breaking the silence. "We need a plan."I glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. "A plan?""Yes," she said firmly, tucking a loose strand of dark hair behind her ear. "Something attacked the town last night. We both know it wasn’t a rogue. And you—" she turned, jabbing a finger at me, "—were in those woods when it happened. If we don’t figure this out now, we’ll be stuck waiting for something wors

• The Outcast's Rejection    Chapter Seventeen

  Ronan’s POVSleep didn’t come easily last night.Not when my wolf was restless, pacing inside me, growling in frustration. He wanted to be near her. He wanted to protect her. And no matter how much I tried to shove him down, to fight the pull, I found myself outside before the sun had even fully risen.Watching.Waiting.Her house stood quiet, the sky still dusted with the last traces of night. A single light flickered on from inside, and a moment later, I caught the faint sound of movement.She was awake.My wolf let out a satisfied rumble, but I ignored him, staying in the shadows as I waited. The front door finally opened, and Raine stepped out, shoulders tense, moving cautiously. She kept her head down, her eyes scanning the street as if she expected something to jump out at her.She should be afraid.Something had been out there last night. And if I hadn’t been so—stupid, I could’ve—I clenched my fists, pushing the thought away.Instead, I stayed out of sight, my steps silent as