Claimed by the Enemy Alpha

The forest always felt louder before a full moon. Like it was holding its breath.

Kaela stood barefoot in the dirt, the frost nipping at her toes like a warning she was ignoring. Her hoodie was too thin for this time of year, but she didn’t care. She pulled the hood low over her hair and breathed in deep. Cold air burned her lungs.

The moon wasn’t even full yet — still two nights off — but already something inside her was pulling, scratching. It had been building for weeks. That... thing inside her. Her wolf.

She closed her eyes.

Her pulse throbbed in her ears. Her skin felt too tight. Muscles twitching. Like she was standing too close to a storm about to break open.

“Soon,” a voice whispered from somewhere deep in her chest. Not hers, not fully. Not yet.

She opened her eyes fast. Movement? No — nothing. Just wind through the trees and the soft crackle of ward lines humming at the edge of Frostclaw territory. Still, she couldn’t shake it.

She wasn’t alone.

Hadn’t felt alone in a while, actually.

Kaela blew out a breath and turned, heading back toward the village. Leaves crunched underfoot, and the wind carried the usual smells — pine, snow, woodsmoke. But something else too. Smoke and... ash? Weird.

Her dreams had been getting worse. Or weirder. Harder to ignore. Every night: fire in the sky, wolves snarling beneath a blood moon, and always those same eyes.

Gold. Watching. Like they knew her.

But they were never hers.

She crossed into the compound just as someone yelled about the food stores again. Everything was chaos with the summit coming. Tents going up, Gamma patrols doubling, warriors in and out of the border lines. And with the Shadowfangs invited? Everyone was on edge.

The compound looked the same — rough wood cabins in a half-moon, pale banners flapping in the wind. Silver fang on pale blue. Kaela barely noticed anymore.

Her mom was waiting at the cabin steps, arms folded, jaw set. Not great.

“You were in the woods again,” she said. Not a question.

Kaela shrugged. “Just needed air.”

“Near the border? Kaela, what if one of them picked up your scent?”

Kaela pulled off her hood and walked past her. “No one did.”

Her dad was there too, leaning against the inside wall like always, quiet but watching. “You’ve been... off lately.”

“I’m shifting soon,” Kaela snapped, tugging off her boots. “Isn’t that supposed to make people moody?”

“That’s not what we mean,” her mom said, softer now.

Kaela didn’t answer. She lit a candle and sat on the edge of her bed, arms wrapped around her knees. Her fingers still buzzed from the woods. She could still feel it — like eyes pressing against her spine.

Watching.

In the mirror across from her bed, her skin looked too pale. Her eyes flickered — silver for just a second when the flame caught them right. Her parents blamed stress or hormones or whatever. But Kaela knew better.

“You’ve kept it hidden for nineteen years,” her mom said from the doorway. “But the first shift… it’ll rip through you whether you’re ready or not.”

Kaela didn’t say anything. There was nothing left to say.

She was a white wolf. One in a thousand. A legend, apparently.

Her dad had explained it once: “To some, you're sacred. To others, you're a threat.”

So they’d hidden her. Trained her. Smothered her instincts with discipline and structure and fear. Even the Alpha didn’t know.

Not yet.

“The summit is dangerous,” her mom added quietly. “If you shift during it, if someone senses what you are...”

“I won’t.”

“You might not get a say.”

That night, Kaela didn’t sleep.

She lay tangled in blankets, skin damp with sweat even though the fire was out. Her head was full of fire again. The dream came back.

Flames all around her. Her hands covered in blood. A forest burning, howls echoing, and in the smoke — those same damn eyes.

Gold. Glowing. Staring right through her.

She stepped toward them in the dream, heart thudding. Her wolf surged up inside her, hot and wild. The word came from nowhere, searing her brain like lightning:

Mate.

She reached toward the eyes — and woke up gasping.

It was still dark. Barely past dawn. But she couldn’t stay still.

Next thing she knew, she was walking. No jacket. No boots. Just drawn toward something she couldn’t explain. Her feet moved like they had a mind of their own.

The trees thinned as she reached the edge of Frostclaw land, right near the invisible line where the wards ended and enemy territory began.

She knew she should turn back. She didn’t.

The wind shifted. Pine. Smoke. Ash. Something... unfamiliar.

Then she saw it.

Not a face. Just a figure. Barely there. Hidden among the trees, just beyond the wardline.

Watching her.

She froze. Her heart stuttered. The air felt heavy — thick with something ancient. The bond tugged inside her like a rope pulled tight.

Him.

She didn’t move. Neither did he.

Her wolf shoved forward, desperate and shaking.

Mate.

And then, in a blink, he was gone.

Kaela stood there like a ghost. Her breath white in the air. Her hands curled into fists.

Back in the compound, she didn’t speak. Not to her parents. Not to anyone.

But when night fell again, she sat in the dark and whispered the word under her breath like a secret:

“Mate.”

And her wolf howled back from somewhere deep inside her.