Novels by Hafy

The whispers are louder today. I can't walk ten steps without catching one. Suspicious glances are thrown at me.“Did you hear?”“An omega was seen in the woods, moving like a shadow.”“That can't be."“Something's not right about her.”I keep my face straight and my heart beat steady. They are talking about me. The air in Black ridge is thick with suspicion and I can feel it clinging to my skin like camp fog. My movements are being judged; the way I carry a tray, the way I slip through corridors, even the way I breathe. It's all understand scrutiny because I slipped last night and someone saw something.By mid-morning, there's a howl, sharp and commanding. It rolls over the pack like thunder. My grip tightens around the knife I'm holding but I quickly relax it in case someone is watching. It's a call for a gathering. I follow the other omegas out and we join the tide of wolves making their way to the open ground near the northern cliffs. Alpha Caden stands at the center, cloaked in

The nightmare hunts me again.The forest floor is covered with chilling snow. The kind that seeps into your bones. I exhale and my breathe turns white in the air, matching the frost creeping over the trees. The strong smell of blood is pungent.Footsteps sound behind me and I whirl around. My brother stands beside the Alpha. The alpha lips are pulled back in a snarl, he can act as aggressive as he wants but he can't mask the fear of me in his eyes. It's my brother's expression that tears at me. It's not sorrow, neither is it fear. It's coldness, it chills me more than the snow underneath my feet.“You were never one of us,” he says, voice steady. “You're dangerous. You will destroy all of us.”My Alpha doesn't speak. He doesn't have to, not when my brother has already passed judgement.They lunge together. It's all too much, my Alpha and my brother trying to cage me. To break me. My wolf snarls inside me, refusing to yield. So I fight, I bleed and I come out of it alive.So does my Al

The moon is getting fuller by the night. I can feel it in my bones. It's like a quiet pounding in the distance, a rhythm only my wolf and I can hear. My wolf stirs now, more than she has in years. Pacing just beneath my skin. Nuzzling the edge of my mind like she wants to come home. She doesn't belong here. We don't belong here.I'm scrubbing floors again that morning, the edges of my dress is soaked with soapy water and my knees ache from kneeling for long. Sounds of snarls and grunts drift through the window beside me. I take a pause from my chore to watch the warriors. I miss it; the feel of my feet in the soil, the shift of muscle and the bite of challenge. I look away from the window with a sigh.That's not my life anymore. I get up and pick up the bucket to move to another section. My life now is scrubbing floors until my fingers prune and sweeping floors that are never truly clean.“Staring out like you lost something,” Mira says behind me. I look at her but she isn't looking

The morning in blackridge are cruel in their predictability. Cold bitter air and barked orders. All the omegas are already up before the break of dawn and doing house chores.I scrub the hallway outside the dinning room. I keep my head down, my mouth shut and my breathing even. I have to.“Hurry up, will you?!” one of the older omegas snaps as she eyes me with distaste.My knees ache and scrub water bites my skin raw but I say nothing. I nod instead and quicken my pace. Everything in me fights against taking the order but I stamp it down. Obedience is currency here, scarce but necessary.By midmorning, I'm headed into the kitchen. My body aches from the earlier work and still recovering from my wounds. But now that my wolf has awaken, the healing process is being sped up.Omegas run around, chopping vegetables, kneading dough, few are busy with the dishes while others are busy with the contents inside pots. The heat is stifling and the air is thick with smoke and sweat.A tray of vege

“If you stop moving, you will die.” I tell my self, dragging my injured ankle behind me. I narrowly escaped this time attack, my old pack won’t stop coming after me until they are sure I’m no longer a threat. Staying a lone wolf is getting unbearable at this point. That’s why I’m heading in the direction of the only place that can provide temporary safety till I figure out another way.I have to get to blackridge territory. It’s the only place where they won't think of looking for me, after all why would a murderer like me hide in the most powerful alpha territory?My clothes now turned rags are soaked with blood, the wounds have stopped bleeding but they are still healing. Though the process is slow considering the fact that the weapons used on me where dipped in wolfsbane. Enough to kill an ordinary wolf but enough to drastically slow down a wolf like me.I continue to push forward, my body screaming in protest. I had used most of my energy in fighting my attackers and now I’m hung