Alice woke up smiling.
Which was insane, because she was not the “smile in the morning” type of girl. She was the “smash the alarm and beg the universe for five more minutes” type. Yet somehow, sunlight shined through her curtains, and all she could think about was the kiss with Liam.
Her first kiss.
And not just with anyone, with Liam Hart. The golden boy. The one everyone whispered about in the halls. And he’d kissed her like she was the only girl alive.
Alice rolled over and buried her face in the pillow, groaning into the fabric like it might erase the memory.
“Congrats, Alice,” she muttered. “You’ve officially broken every one of Dad’s rules in a single night. No boys, no distractions, no attachments. You are now a straight A student in failure.”
Sarcasm helped. It always did. A cheap shield against the fear she felt inside her. Because her dad’s rules weren’t just rules, they were survival codes. Attachments made you weak. And weakness got you killed.
Still, she brushed her fingers against her lips, and the stupid smile came back. Liam hadn’t seen the Ashford legacy, the name she carried wasn’t just a mere name. He’d just seen her.
“Pathetic,” she groaned. And then she dragged herself out of bed before she could start daydreaming like some hopeless girl in love.
Breakfast with her dad was torture.
Alice sat at the table stabbing her toast like it had offended her. Samuel Ashford sipped his coffee in silence, the picture of calm storm. One glance from him was enough to make her sit up.
“You’re quiet this morning,” he said.
Alice forced a casual response. “Just tired.”
He hummed, clearly unconvinced. “You’ve been… distracted lately.”
Her fork paused midair. “New school. Normal stuff.”
Her dad leaned back, eyes narrowing in that way that always felt like x-ray vision. “Normal doesn’t exist in this town. Remember that.”
She tried to laugh it off. “Right. Because every pop quiz is actually a werewolf plot.”
He didn’t even twitch a smile. “I’m serious. There’s been movement. Packs shifting. Something’s not quite right.”
Her stomach clenched. “Here?”
“Close enough.” His voice sharpened. “This is why I tell you, no distractions. If your focus slips even once, you hesitate. And hesitation will get you killed.”
Alice nodded, throat tight. His words always carried weight, but today they hit harder, because all she could picture was Liam’s smile. And all she could feel was the guilt of hiding him.
School wasn’t any better.
Alice hugged her books to her chest like armor when she spotted Liam at his locker. Laughing with friends, easy as breathing. Her stomach dropped.
Then he looked up. Their eyes locked as his smile softened.
She couldn’t breath for a second.
Before she could react, her friends swooped in. “So,” one teased, “what’s with the smile, Alice?”
“What smile?” she said way too fast.
“The one you’re wearing right now,” another said, nudging her. “Don’t tell me the new girl already has a crush.”
Alice forced a laugh, rolling her eyes. “Oh yeah, totally. Head over heels in under a week. Super believable.”
Her burning cheeks betrayed her.
Meanwhile, Liam leaned casually on his locker, smirk tugging at his lips like he knew exactly what was going through her head. He scribbled something on a scrap of paper and sent it through a friend.
Alice unfolded it in class, her heart racing.
You look cute when you’re pretending not to look at me.
She nearly groaned. She wrote back:
You’re impossible.
Minutes later, the next note slid onto her desk.
And yet, you’re smiling.
Her face burned, and she shoved the note into her book. When she looked up, her stomach flipped.
Kane sat in the back, eyes locked on her. Not warm, not playful but sharp and unreadable. Like he was sizing her up for something she had no idea about. The hairs on her arms stretched.
The library was quiet that afternoon as the sunlight shined through the library windows. Alice ducked between shelves, desperate for some air.
“Strange place for someone like you,” a low voice murmured.
She was shocked. Kane leaned against a shelf, watching her like he’d been waiting.
“Someone like me?” she said back.
He stepped closer, his presence heavy. “The kind of girl who doesn’t fit here. You’re… different.”
Alice crossed her arms. “Wow. Smooth. Do you rehearse these creepy lines, or are they natural?”
A flicker of amusement ghosted across his face. “Sarcasm. Cute.”
She narrowed her eyes. “What do you want, Kane?”
He studied her, unreadable. “Just to warn you. Liam Hart isn’t who you think.”
Her stomach sank. “Excuse me?”
“You don’t know him. Not really. And when you do…” His voice sounded lower. “You’ll wish you’d stayed away.”
Alice scoffed, though her voice cracked a little. “Yeah, because vague threats from the mysterious guy in the shadows are so convincing.”
She brushed past him, but his words followed her out like a chill.
That evening, Liam walked her home again.
With him, the world felt lighter, easier. But Kane’s warning rang in her thoughts like an alarm clock she couldn’t smash.
“You’re quiet,” Liam said. “Everything okay?”
Alice forced a smile. “Just tired.”
He tilted his head, searching her face. “If I’m rushing things, tell me. I don’t want to ruin this.”
Her chest tightened. He was so sincere it hurt. She wanted to believe every word.
“Relax, golden boy. You’re not that bad.”
“Not that bad?” His smile lit up. “I’ll take it.”
When they reached her porch, his fingers brushed against hers. The spark was instant.
“Goodnight, Alice,” he said softly.
“Goodnight,” she whispered back.
But as Liam walked away, a she felt so uncomfortable.
Across the street, under the shadow of the trees, Kane stood still watching and waiting.
Alice’s breath ceased. And though Liam had already gotten halfway down the block, she saw him pause too. His shoulders tensed, like he knew Kane was there.
For a long, heavy moment, neither boy moved. Two figures in the dark were silent and staring.
Alice froze on her porch, not realizing yet that she wasn’t just between two boys.
She was caught between two wolves.
The 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 behi
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