MasukI shivered for like the millionth time, as I walked down the streets hurriedly.
The shivers had nothing to do with cold - oh no. The sun was shining very brightly. It was something else - something that I couldn't quite place my hand on no matter how hard I tried. But even though I couldn't identify what the problem was, it was still dark enough for me to feel fear, scared. Because something was definitely up. Something bad. I've been having these feelings for the past couple of weeks. At first, I waved it off as my wolf's instincts were running haywire but this is something more than bare instincts. I took the turn that led directly to my house, and a sudden headache stopped me in my tracks. Suddenly, it seems like I have been transported to a whole different realm. The beautiful houses around me slowly disappeared, replaced by nothing but ruins, chaos and dead bodies littered all over the land. And those screams… Dear goddess, those heart wrenching screams that sounded like they were tearing at my soul. Just as soon as it started, it disappeared and everything came back to normal. What the fuck just happened? I clutched my hand bag tightly and increased my pace, practically running to the small apartment I've been renting for the past six months now. I proceeded to the bathroom for a hot shower, but no matter how hard I tried, I could not possibly get that feeling or the images of what I've seen earlier out of my head. What the hell was that anyway? Some sort of vision? I chuckled and shook my head. Werewolves don't see vision. What I need is therapy. Perhaps the break up, and betrayal from my boyfriend and sister has affected me deeper than I thought it would. When I walked into the room at the sound of my phone notification and picked it up, the message I saw glaring back at me from the screen made me freeze to my bones. It was from my mum. I read the message again, word after word to make sure that my eyes weren't deceiving me, but the words didn't change. It was still the same thing. Your sister is dead, Sera. She was found in the streets last night - some parts of her at least. I dropped my phone, got dressed and drove to my parents house as soon as I could. ༺༺♡♡༻༻ “What happened?” I asked the moment I walked into the sitting room. My mother was sitting on the floor, her eyes very red - she's obviously been crying for hours. There were other people sitting around the house and I could not find my father. I dropped my bag and rushed into her arms as I felt the tears Falling down my cheeks. “What happened mother?” I asked again because it didn't make sense. How could my sister be dead? I haven't heard from her for more than six months now though - I've tried as much as I could to avoid her, and my entire family. Now she is dead? How? Mum squeezed my hand tightly, “Shebwas found last night. We have no idea what happened Sera,” she sobbed, “My precious girl. My Precious girl - what they did to her was so horrible.” “What did she do to her?” “Sue was butchered! Like some animal. Her body parts scattered all over the place.” She broke down into another fit of subs and I froze at her words. Who would do that? And why would it be my sister? Why Thalia? I wanted to ask more questions, but my mother was already too shaken up to talk. And honestly my head was a mess - as confusion, pain and fear wrecked through my mind. I held my mum tightly as we both sat down there crying into each other's neck. Hours later, I walked into the kitchen to fix something for our visitors. My father was nowhere to be found still - and Kael? Where on earth was Kael? Why do I care? Well shouldn't he be here? Considering his wife is dead? Whatever. Now even though I was sad and heart broken I had to control myself and remain strong for the sake of my mother. There were lots of questions going through my mind. Lots and lots of it but that's not the problem right now. I fixed whatever I could find in the kitchen. Thankfully, there was a tin of biscuit and cookies in the fridge so I just poured them into the tray with a jar of juice and turned to leave the kitchen. But when I turned, I stopped when I saw Kael leaning against the kitchen door frame. He looked so - fucked up. His face was bruised like he was in a fight, and his hair was all messed up and scattered. And gosh! The reek of booze coming off him. “Hi,” I murmured, resisting the strong urge to just go to him and pull him into my arms. He looked so tortured and shaken up, that my heart broke, not just for him but for us all. “She's gone. Thalia is gone - for good. I'll never see her again.” I placed the tray on the counter and walked closer to him. The guests can wait. “I know. I know what you must be going through right now, trust me. But let's just try to pull ourselves together.” “I've been trying,” he hiccuped then shook his head, “I've been trying so hard to hold myself together since last night but it's hard - I can't…I can't!” I reached out and placed a hand on his arm, “Kael, just….” But I stopped mid sentence and my gaze snapped to the place our skin met. That feeling - Should be my imagination right? The sharp zap came again, this time stronger like current charging between us and sending shocks down my spine. My wolf stirred. Oh dear goddess, please no no no. I lifted my gaze and saw Kael staring at me with wide eyes. It really isn't my imagination - he felt it too. Another shock came, stronger - much more stronger, pulling me closer to him. My wolf stirred again. Down girl But there was no need. Because I knew what this meant even though it didn't make a single sense. How could it be? “Mate.” Kael’s deep growl echoed through the kitchen interrupting my thoughts.KENIA.I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t do anything but stand there, frozen, as Clark reached up and touched his face.The bond between us pulsed with his emotions. Resignation. Fear. And something that felt almost like relief, like he’d been carrying this secret for so long that revealing it was a weight lifted.His fingers found the edge of something I couldn’t see at first. And then he pulled.The skin came away in strips. I watched, horror rising in my throat, as he peeled away his face like it was a mask. No blood. No pain. Just the smooth, deliberate removal of what I had thought was real.Underneath was something else entirely.Gray skin, smooth and almost luminescent in the moonlight. No hair. No human features, just the approximation of a face with eyes that glowed faintly in the darkness. His entire form shifted as more of the human disguise fell away, revealing something ancient and wrong and utterly alien.My legs gave out. I hit the ground hard, my knees sin
CLARK.The week crawled by like a dying thing. I spent most of my time at the hospital, playing the role of the concerned son while my father lay unmoving in his bed. My mother barely left his side, surviving on coffee and false hope. The doctors came and went, their expressions growing more uncertain with each visit.“No change,” they said. “We’re monitoring him closely I sat through it all with practiced patience, offering my mother empty reassurances while my mind was elsewhere. At night, I returned to my mansion, to my secret lab where Gowen worked tirelessly on new formulas.“Master, you need to try this one,” the dwarf said on the third night, holding up a vial filled with liquid that shimmered like oil on water. “I’ve refined the compound. It should stabilize your form even better than the last batch.”I took it from his small hands and examined it. The liquid moved strangely inside the vial, almost alive. “What did you change?”“The molecular structure. I added an enzyme
CLARK.The hospital smelled like bleach and something else underneath, something organic and rotting that the chemicals couldn’t quite mask. I had always hated hospitals. Too many emotions concentrated in one place, too much pain and fear and grief swirling through the air like invisible smoke. I stood outside my father’s room, watching through the small window in the door. He lay on the bed, perfectly still, tubes running from his arms, machines beeping steadily beside him. His chest rose and fell with mechanical precision, kept alive by technology rather than any will of his own. My mother sat in a chair beside him, her hand wrapped around his. Her face was blotchy from crying, her eyes red and swollen. She looked smaller than usual, diminished somehow, like grief was physically crushing her.I felt nothing.The door opened and one of the doctors stepped out, nearly bumping into me. He was young, probably only a few years out of medical school, with the kind of eager competence
KENIA.The man I had cornered in the alley wasn’t a threat. At least, not to me. Walmer stood there with his arms crossed, his weathered face calm despite the fact that I had just tracked him down like prey. The afternoon sun caught the gray in his hair, making him look older than I remembered. But his posture was straight, his eyes alert. This was a wolf who’d seen battles, survived wars, and carried the weight of our pack’s history on his shoulders. “Walmer.” I said again, trying to keep my voice level. “You owe me a full explanation. Not just bits and pieces.”He nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. “Walk with me. Not here.”I glanced back toward the mall entrance where Jenny and Laura were probably getting impatient. But this was more important. I needed to understand what was happening, why someone from my pack was trailing me like I was some kind of target.“Fine,” I said. “But you have ten minutes. My friends are waiting.”“That’s all I need.” We walked deeper into the
KENIA. Monday morning came too fast. The alarm on my phone went off at six, dragging me out of a dream I couldn’t remember. I groaned and reached for it, squinting at the screen before shutting it off.“Turn that thing off,” Jenny mumbled from her bed, her face buried in her pillow.“I already did,” I said, stretching. My body felt heavy, like I hadn’t slept at all. Laura was already up, sitting at her desk with her laptop open, her hair tied in a messy bun.“You’re up early,” I said, rubbing my eyes.“Couldn’t sleep,” she replied without looking at me. “Figured I could get some studying done.”I didn’t push. Laura had been quieter than usual since the club incident, and I knew better than to pry when she wasn’t ready to talk. We all have been growing distant lately but none of us were ready to confront that. Just flowing with any energy the day brings. I refused to be the first to speak up.By seven, we were all dressed and heading to class. The campus was buzzing with students,
CLARK. The private jet arrived at the Earnshaw’s Mansion on Sunday morning, I came down with a cold aura, practically ignoring everyone who stood outside to welcome me. “Welcome home, young master.” The guards and the maids' voices echoed in unison. I didn’t spare them a glance and walked into the Sitting room. My mum and Dad were both waiting for me. Mum rushed towards me, pulling me into a warm hug. “Welcome home son.” She kissed my cheeks. “Thank you mum.” I said, trying to sound excited to be home. I pulled away from her, my gaze locked into my dad’s eyes. “Clark.”I fought the urge not to roll my eyes at his voice, “yes —dad.” “Can you see the way he’s replying me?.” Mr Earnshaw directed his flimsy question to mum. “Calm down darling. He just came back from school and is exhausted. Give him space to breathe.” Mrs Earnshaw cautioned her husband and took my arms. “Come son. I made all your favorite dishes .” She led me to the dining table. Different dishes were set







