LOGINThe figures vanished into the night.
One second, Liam and Kane, stood facing each other, their bodies stiff like they were ready to fight. The tension was so strong it felt like the air itself was pressing down. The next moment, their shapes slipped into the darkness, disappearing too quickly to be natural. Alice’s breath caught in her throat.
Every hunter instinct she had screamed that something wasn’t right.
Her heart pounded, but her legs were already moving before her mind told her to stop. She followed their trail into the shadows, the ground soft enough to dull her footsteps. This was exactly what she’d been trained for, moving quietly, tracking signs no one else would notice, chasing in the dark. If not for that training, she might have stayed frozen on the sidewalk, pretending nothing had happened. But she couldn’t ignore it. Her gut told her it mattered.
The trail wasn’t obvious. Just a strange ripple in the air, a faint heat in the breeze. She followed it into the woods behind town, far away from the streetlights and the safety of the road. Branches scratched at her arms, dry leaves threatened to crack under her shoes, but she pushed forward, careful as she could.
Then she heard voices.
Harsh. Low. Not fully human in the way they carried through the night.
She dropped low behind a thick oak tree, her heart thudding so loud she was sure they’d hear it. Slowly, she leaned just enough to see around the trunk.
There they were.
Liam stood in the clearing, the moon spilling over him, turning his features sharp and almost unreal. His jaw was tight, his body tense like he was holding himself back. Across from him was Kane. Slightly taller, darker, with an air that made the shadows seem to bend toward him. His smirk screamed arrogance, the dangerous kind.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Liam said, his voice low but firm. “This isn’t your place.”
Kane laughed, rough and mocking. “Place? Since when do you think you own this town, Hart? Don’t forget, you’re not the only one keeping an eye on her.”
Alice’s stomach dropped. Her?
She pressed closer to the conversation. They were talking about her.
Liam’s fists clenched as he stepped forward. “Stay away from Alice.”
Her pulse raced as he said her name.
Kane’s smile widened, sharp and taunting. “Why? Afraid she’ll see through your shiny little act? Or maybe you already know she deserves better than your lies.”
Liam’s jaw twitched. His control was slipping, Alice could tell, even from where she hid.
“You don’t know what you’re saying,” Liam said, voice tight with anger.
“Oh, but I do.” Kane’s eyes glowed faintly in the moonlight, a flash that wasn’t natural. “And she deserves a choice, don’t you think? You don’t get to decide for her.”
Alice’s chest tightened. A choice? About what?
The air between them thickened, buzzing with something more animal than human. And then it happened.
Liam struck first.
The change was so fast Alice almost couldn’t process it. His body rippled, his bones shifting, his muscles tightening. His eyes lit gold, his hands twisting into claws as he dropped lower into an animal-like stance. A growl rumbled from his chest, so raw it froze Alice’s blood.
Kane shifted just as quickly. His transformation was darker, harsher, his eyes burning crimson. His smile never faded as his teeth grew long and sharp under the silver moon.
Alice’s heart slammed against her ribs. Werewolves.
She had been trained her whole life to hunt them, to see the signs, to be ready. But nothing had prepared her for this, the boy who kissed her yesterday turning into the monster her family swore to destroy.
Immediately they burst into a huge fight.
Claws ripped at claws, teeth snapped, growls shook the ground. They moved so fast her eyes could barely follow. Liam attacked first, knocking Kane into a tree so hard the bark split. Kane hit back instantly, his claws slicing across Liam’s side.
Alice’s breath became unstable at the sight of blood.
But Liam kept going. With a furious snarl, he twisted and slammed Kane into the dirt. Kane rolled out, barely missing Liam’s snapping jaws, and kicked him back hard enough to send him stumbling.
Alice clung to the oak tree, her nails digging into the bark to keep steady. This wasn’t training nor was this practice. It was a fight to live or to die.
The sounds of slashing claws and vicious blows filled the woods. Her instincts screamed at her to run, but she couldn’t move. Her eyes were locked on the scene.
Kane’s laughter cut through the fight, sharp and cruel. “You’re weak, Liam. Always have been.”
“Better weak than a coward hiding in the dark,” Liam growled back. His voice was half human, half beast.
They collided again, rolling across the clearing, their jaws snapping close to each other’s throats like they were about to take a bite from each other. Then, with a sudden surge, Liam slammed Kane against a tree opposite Alice’s hiding spot. The ground shook as her breath ceased. For a split second, Kane’s glowing eyes seemed to lock on hers.
Her body went cold.
But before he could move toward her, Liam attacked again. Kane pushed him back, then, in an instant Kane disappeared into the night.
The shadows swallowed him, leaving behind only the sound of Liam’s heavy breathing and the heavy scent of blood.
Immediately, there was silence.
Alice pressed against the tree, her breaths shallow and fast. Her head told her to run, to pretend she hadn’t seen anything but her legs wouldn’t move. She was frozen because that was the first time she had seen a real werewolf, talk more of a face off between two.
Then Liam turned.
His golden eyes found her in the dark.
For a long second, neither of them moved. His chest rose and fell hard, his shirt torn, blood dripping down his skin, his face still partly shifted with sharp fangs glinting in the moonlight. He looked wild and scary. Not the boy who kissed her and definitely not the boy she had begun to trust.
But there was something in his gaze, something human, that kept her from running.
“Alice,” he whispered, his voice raw.
Her lips parted, but nothing came out.
Liam stepped forward, then stopped. Slowly, his claws shrank back, his breathing steadied, and the gold in his eyes faded to gray. He looked at her like she was both his hope and his downfall.
“You weren’t supposed to see this.”
Alice’s voice finally broke free, though it trembled. “Wha.. What… what are you?”
He clenched his jaw, started to speak, then shut his mouth again. Running his hand through his blood-stained hair, Liam looked unsure for the first time.
The silence was deafening as only the wind in the trees filled the gap.
Alice’s thoughts quickly went wild, her family, what she just saw, the kiss that now carried a whole new meaning. But more than anything, the truth.
Liam Hart wasn’t human.
And now she knew.
Alice stumbled through the gym’s side exit, the rally’s roar—blaring music, screaming crowds—fading to a dull hum as the courtyard’s cold night air slapped her face. The school’s open quad stretched before her, cracked concrete benches under flickering streetlamps, skeletal trees rustling in the wind, the distant thump of the pep rally echoing like a heartbeat. Her hands still glowed faintly from the gym’s ritual circle, her wrist scar burning, the crumpled notes (Break or burn, weapon) heavy in her pocket alongside the bedroom pendant. The vision of Samuel’s ritual—lights pulsing, packs clashing, blood pooling—clawed at her mind, alongside Liam’s plea, Kane’s fierce grip, Mira’s whispered trap, Rhea’s venomous smirk, Elara’s guilty touch, and the new girl’s hiss (The ritual’s now). She was a lab-enhanced weapon, her mother’s affair with the Alpha a cult lie, Liam’s love a trigger, Mira a manipulator, Elara a complicit seer, Kane her only anchor. The courtyard’s silence felt like a tr
The gym doors swung open, and a wall of sound crashed over Alice—blaring pop anthems, cheers roaring from a sea of bodies packed into bleachers. Strobe lights cut through the haze, painting the crowd in slashes of red and gold, the air thick with sweat, perfume, and a metallic tang that set her teeth on edge. She’d fled the classroom’s suffocating notes—You’re theirs, weapon—and Elara’s vision of Samuel’s rally ritual, Rhea’s venomous taunt, Mira’s sly note, Liam’s desperate text (I need you), and the new girl’s hiss (Samuel’s watching). Her wrist scar pulsed, a reminder of the truth: she was a lab-enhanced weapon, her mother’s affair with the Alpha a cult-orchestrated lie, Liam’s love a trigger, Mira a manipulator, Elara a guilty seer, Kane her only anchor. The pep rally was no school event—it was Samuel’s stage, and she’d walked right into it.She pushed through the crowd, elbows bumping sweaty shoulders, her backpack heavy with the crumpled notes and the pendant from her bedroom. H
Alice jolted awake, her heart slamming against her ribs like a trapped animal. The room was dim, fairy lights flickering weakly over posters that peeled from the walls, the creaky bed tangled with sheets that smelled of lavender and sweat. Last night’s truth clawed at her: she wasn’t a hybrid born of love, but a lab-grown weapon, forged by Samuel’s cult to burn the Crimson Moon and Lunar Howler packs. The vision of needles, her glowing scar, Mira’s text (Come back), Elara’s guilty call (I helped them), and the new girl’s whisper (The rally’s their trap, weapon) haunted her. She rolled over, breath shaky, and froze—a silver pendant shaped like a crescent moon with claws lay on her nightstand, not hers, glinting like a threat. Her wrist scar pulsed, and her stomach churned. Someone had been here, in her room, while she slept.She swung her legs over the bed, feet hitting the cold hardwood floor, the shock grounding her for a moment. The house was silent, Sophia likely still locked in he
Alice stumbled through her front door, the familiar creak of the hinges lost in the storm raging in her chest. The cafeteria’s chaos clung to her—Liam’s text searing her pocket (Meet me tonight by the old oak), Kane’s fierce I’d burn it all down, Mira’s calculated Come to the pep rally, Elara’s quiet Listen to your heart, and the new girl’s chilling Choose wisely, hybrid. She’d skipped gym, unable to face the crowd after fleeing the cafeteria, desperate for the sanctuary of home. Her bedroom was a cluttered refuge—posters peeling from the walls, fairy lights casting a warm glow, a creaky bed piled with mismatched pillows—but it felt like a prison now, trapping her with her spiraling thoughts.Her senses were razor-sharp, catching every detail—the hum of the fridge downstairs, the lavender scent of her laundry, the thud of her own heartbeat. Her nails ached, digging into her palms as she dropped her backpack, terrified they’d sharpen again. The prophecy—Born of man and moon—swirled in
The cafeteria was a chaotic swirl of clattering trays, shouted gossip, and the acrid tang of overcooked fries mingled with spilled soda. Alice slumped at a corner table, her lunch tray untouched, the noise crashing around her like a tide she couldn’t outrun. Her heart was still raw from the library—Mira’s too-smooth denial of the crescent moon tattoo, Elara’s scarred palm and broken confession about her lost love Thorne, Rhea’s chilling Ask her about the tattoo, Kane’s crimson eyes burning with The Alpha’s scouts are in town. Liam’s howl echoed in her mind, a forbidden ache that tore her apart, and Mira’s unseen text—She’s slipping. Tell him to move faster—lingered like a shadow she couldn’t shake. She’d fled the library to escape their voices, their touches, but the storm in her chest followed her, heavier now in the crowded cafeteria.Her senses were too sharp, catching every detail—the scrape of plastic forks, the sweet sting of cheap body spray, the pulse of a hundred heartbeats.
The school hallway was a riot of noise—lockers slamming, sneakers squeaking, voices overlapping in a chaotic hum—but to Alice, it felt like a distant echo, muffled by the storm in her chest. She leaned against her locker, the cold metal grounding her as her heart raced from last night’s chaos: Kane’s almost-touch, Ezra’s cryptic promise, Mira’s too-tight embrace. Her senses were too sharp, picking up the sharp tang of cheap perfume, the rustle of backpacks, the pulse of a hundred heartbeats. Her nails dug into her palms, aching like they wanted to sharpen, and she clenched her fists, scared of what they might become. Liam’s howl still haunted her, a forbidden ache that tore at her heart. Kane’s words—I’d burn it all down for you—lingered like a fire she couldn’t extinguish. And Mira’s texts (I need you), piling up on her phone, felt like a warm tether and a trap all at once. The prophecy’s words—Born of man and moon—churned in her mind, making her feel like a stranger in her own skin







