Craving the wolf

I glanced at my watch. "Damn it".The full moon was sinking, and the first hint of morning crept over the horizon. If I didn't get home now, I'd have no excuse for being missing when James woke up.I grabbed my weapons, stuffing them into my bag before sprinting through the abandoned streets, my breath coming in sharp bursts. The adrenaline still pulsed through my veins, my body stronger than it should have been after what I'd endured.I gritted my teeth, trying to shake the warmth that still hummed under my skin. That wasn't normal. I'd taken healing potions before, but never one that made me feel like this.My earpiece buzzed in my ear. The organization."Alexis," came a voice, cold and controlled. The Handler. "Report.""You sent me into a trap," I hissed, dodging into a dark alley to avoid passing headlights. "They were waiting for me. That wasn't a rogue pack, it was a damn execution squad.""They have now been three confirmed reports of this, Werewolf's setting up traps for our

I took a detour, turning off the main roads, driving a few miles away from my home into the depths of nowhere. The further I went, the more the landscape changed—trees closing in, streetlights disappearing, civilization fading. Most people wouldn't even know this place existed.And that was exactly how the Silver Order wanted it.I pulled up to what looked like an abandoned warehouse, rusted, overgrown with weeds, an old "keep out!" sign nailed to the fence. But I knew better.I parked the car, My heart was still racing from the interview, but I forced my nerves to steady. Walking up to the rusted back wall, I reached beneath a loose metal panel, fingers finding the hidden keypad embedded inside. I quickly punched in the first code, a soft beep. Next, I pressed my thumb to the scanner, a another beep. Then, came the final test, a small screen flipped open, revealing a retinal scanner. I stepped forward, letting the blue light scan my eye, a click. Then, the sound of massive gears shi

Monday morning. The alarm buzzed faintly, but when I woke up, James was already gone. I stretched, my body still sore from the weekend, but there was no time to linger in bed. Today was my first day at Vidor Industries.After a quick shower, I dressed with deliberate care, a crisp white blouse tucked into a high-waisted pencil skirt that hugged my curves just enough to be professional yet subtly seductive. Black heels added a touch of height, and I kept my makeup simple yet polished. If I was going to be Gabriel Salvador's personal assistant, I needed to look the part.The drive to work was smooth, and as I pulled up to the towering Vidor headquarters, I took a moment to take in the sheer grandeur of the building. It was a sleek, modern skyscraper of reflective black glass and steel, dominating the skyline with its imposing presence. The large revolving doors led into a vast lobby with high ceilings, polished marble floors, and minimalist chandeliers that cast a soft golden glow. The

The elevator continued its descent, but time itself seemed to freeze. The only way he could have known that I was a hunter was if he was the one that saved my life that night. Why is he making it so obvious? at first he was playing so hard but him saying he knows am a hunter its like he wants me to find him out.I kept my expression calm, refusing to show weakness. "Excuse me?" I said raising one eye bro.Gabriel's smirk was slight. "No need to play dumb, Alexis. I know exactly what you are."A slow, uneasy breath filled my lungs. "That's an interesting accusation.""It's not an accusation." He pushed off the wall, stepping closer, closing the space between us inch by inch. "It's a fact."As my fingers twitched at my sides after my guard shot up, resisting the urge to reach for the hidden blade I always carried. "And what exactly do you think you know?"He had this slight look of amusement on his face as if he was toying with me. "I know you spend your nights chasing things that most

I clutched the strap of my bag like it was a lifeline. "I was... working," I said, too quickly. He didn't move. He didn't blink. Just stared at me like he was trying to read something written under my skin. "Working," he repeated slowly, like he was tasting the word.I hated how weak it sounded. How flimsy.Because deep down I knew he deserved the truth. Or at least more than this thin, shaky excuse.I opened my mouth, searching for better words, something, anything. But all I could think about was the werewolf's dying eyes. About Sarah’s lies. About the growing mountain of things I couldn’t explain to the man standing three feet away from me. James took a slow step forward. "You didn’t answer your phone. You didn’t text back.""I know," I whispered."Alexis," he said, voice dropping even lower, "do you know what it feels like to sit here, wondering if you’re dead somewhere?" The guilt hit me like a punch to the stomach. I looked away, blinking fast."I’m sorry," I said. "I didn’t me