That night, sleep was a stranger I couldn’t find. The rain had finally stopped, leaving the forest damp and dripping under a thick blanket of fog. The kind of fog that wraps around you like a secret, whispering things you’re not ready to hear.
I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, when movement caught my eye through the window. Something, or someone, was out there, slipping between the trees like a ghost. My heart skipped, and I grabbed my camera from the bedside table without thinking.
Stepping outside, the cold air hit me, sharp and real. The ground was soft beneath my feet, the smell of wet earth and pine filling my lungs. I squinted into the gray shadows, but all I could see was the forest breathing, alive and watching.
Then, like a flicker in the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse...those golden eyes. Just for a moment. Enough to set my blood racing and my skin prickling like I’d touched electricity.
The wolf was still there, watching, waiting.
I took a hard breath and whispered, “Who are you?”
No answer, just the quiet sigh of the wind.
I didn’t know what to feel, fear, curiosity, or something strange that felt like belonging.
That night, I didn’t sleep again. Because something was changing in me, and in the forest, and I had a feeling it was only just beginning.
The rain had slowed to a gentle drizzle by the time I made my way down to the river’s edge. The water was swollen and wild, rushing over rocks like it was trying to tell me something, something urgent I couldn’t quite hear.
I pulled my jacket tighter around me, the damp clinging to my skin, and scanned the misty shoreline. That’s when I saw him, Kade, standing just a few feet away, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, eyes locked on the restless water.
“Why do you keep coming back here?” he asked without turning to look at me.
I shrugged, feeling suddenly shy under his gaze. “Maybe I’m waiting for answers.”
He was silent for a long moment, then spoke quietly, “Answers don’t come easy around here.”
The way he said it made the words feel heavier, like the forest itself was listening.
We stood close, the rain falling softly between us, and I caught a whiff of pine and something deeper, earth, rain, and a wildness I couldn’t name.
I wanted to say something, anything, but the words caught in my throat.
For the first time, I realized this wasn’t just a town. It was a world I was stepping into, one that didn’t always welcome outsiders.
Maybe i can think Kade was the key to unlocking whatever mystery had wrapped itself around me...
anyhow!?!...
The sky was bruised with clouds, heavy and low. I found myself back near the river again, drawn like a moth to the flickering glow of something I couldn’t explain.
Kade appeared out of nowhere, stepping from the shadows like he was part of the storm itself. His eyes met mine, dark and stormy, holding a weight I could almost touch.
“I see you in my dreams,” he said, voice low, almost like a confession.
I blinked, heart catching in my throat. “Me?”
He nodded slowly. “Every night. Before I even knew you.”
That sent a shiver down my spine. Was this some cruel trick of fate? Or something deeper, something written in the stars long before I ever set foot in Shadowpine?
For a long moment, we just stood there, the rain starting to fall again, soft and steady like a promise or a warning. I realized the storm inside me was only just beginning.
It was supposed to be just another quiet evening, until the snarls ripped through the forest like lightning tearing the sky apart. Rogue wolves. Wild, reckless, dangerous.
I barely had time to react before they were on me, teeth bared, eyes wild. Panic slammed through me like a tidal wave, and I was frozen, until Kade was there, like a shadow made flesh.
His shift was brutal and fast. Muscles rippled, bones cracked, and suddenly, he wasn’t just a man anymore, he was something fierce, something primal. The air hummed with power as he tore through the attackers, and when the last wolf fled, leaving the forest trembling, he turned to me.
I was shaking, breathless, blood dripping down my arm from a shallow bite.
Without hesitation, Kade leaned in, licking the wound gently, his breath hot against my skin. His voice dropped to a growl that sent chills straight to my core.
“Mine.”
The word hung in the air, heavy and undeniable.
In that moment, everything changed.
I wasn’t just a lost girl anymore.
I was his mate.
The rules, whatever they were, didn’t matter anymore.
By nightfall, the trees had thinned into a high ridge, their shadows long and jagged against the fading sky. The wind was colder here, sharper, touched with something that felt like memory. Kade walked ahead, silent as always, but I knew he felt it too.This wasn’t just wilderness anymore.It was sacred ground.The ground crunched under our boots as we reached the top of a low slope. There, nestled in a hollow of jagged stone, was what could only be the Crest.It didn’t look like much from afar, just a ring of weathered stone slabs, half-swallowed by moss and roots. But as we drew closer, a low hum rose in my chest, like a second heartbeat.I stopped breathing.This place... it knew me.“I don’t like how quiet it is,” Kade said, scanning the trees. His hand hovered near his belt, where he kept a blade, an old habit from patrols and border fights. But this wasn’t that kind of danger.“It’s not dangerous,” I whispered. “It’s waiting.”I stepped toward the stones before I could think too
The next morning came quietly, like the world was giving us a moment to breathe before it started spinning again.I didn’t sleep much.My dreams were strange, blurred flashes of silver forests and voices speaking in a language I didn’t understand. The moon was always there, huge and white, hanging low in the sky like it was watching me.I woke up with a jolt just before dawn, breath tight in my chest. Kade was already awake, sitting at the little wooden table with his back straight and his hands clasped together like he’d been thinking all night.“We need to speak with Rosa,” he said without looking up. “The Elders know things the rest of the pack has forgotten. If there’s something older in your blood… they’ll know where to start.”My stomach twisted. I nodded and threw on a jacket. My hands were still shaky, but my mind was made up.Rosa’s home was tucked into the edge of the woods, hidden beneath a thick curtain of vines and stone. It didn’t feel like part of the modern world, more
The forest seemed to hold its breath as the pack split into small groups, each tasked with the Silent Hunt. No shifting, no reckless chase, just patience, focus, and the ancient art of tracking.I found myself paired with Kade, his presence a steady anchor in the stillness. We moved quietly, every sense alert to the whispers of the woods, the soft crunch of leaves, the distant call of a hawk, the faintest scent carried on the breeze.“Focus on the trail, Shea,” he murmured, guiding me gently. “Let the forest speak.”I tried to still my racing heart, matching his calm. Hours passed like this, the world narrowing to scent and shadow.At one point, he caught my hand briefly, fingers warm and firm against mine. The small touch sent a spark that threatened to break my concentration.Later, as twilight bled into night, we returned to the clearing, both silent but victorious. The pack gathered, sharing stories and lessons learned in whispered tones.For a moment, the old divisions seemed to f
Kade’s voice was firm as he addressed them. “The hunters won’t stop. They’re coming back, stronger, more organized. If we don’t stand united, the pack will fall.”An Elder named Silas, his silver fur tinged with age, leaned forward, his eyes sharp beneath heavy brows. “Change is dangerous,” he said, his voice gravelly. “The laws that kept us safe for centuries can’t be broken lightly.”I stepped forward, heart hammering in my chest. “Those laws nearly destroyed us. They nearly destroyed the pack.”A murmur rippled through the circle, some nods, some frowns.“We can’t survive if we cling to the past,” I continued, my voice steady despite the trembling inside. “The world is changing, and so must we. We need to embrace all who are willing to fight with us, human, wolf, or something in between.”Silas studied me, the tension in the circle thick enough to cut. Then, slowly, he nodded. “Perhaps it is time to rethink what it means to be a pack.”Kade’s eyes softened as he looked at me. “This
The night air was thick with tension, every rustle and whisper amplified in the stillness. The pack was restless, every wolf on edge, waiting for the inevitable clash that would decide our fate.Kade stood at the front, eyes sharp, muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike. I was beside him, heart pounding but steady, every sense alive.Suddenly, the silence shattered, a burst of movement, flash of steel, the hunters were here.Chaos exploded around us. Arrows flew, snarls and yells pierced the night. The pack surged forward, fierce and wild.I dodged a swinging club, feeling the sting of a scrape along my arm but refusing to slow down.Kade shifted mid-fight, his wolf form towering and powerful, cutting through the attackers like a force of nature.Together, we fought, back to back, breathing in sync, a perfect storm of fury and resolve.When the last hunter fled into the shadows, the pack stood victorious but battered.Breathing hard, I met Kade’s eyes. “This was only the begin
The morning sun filtered through the thick canopy, dappling the forest floor in patches of gold. Inside the cabin, the air still smelled of pine and smoke, a quiet comfort after the tense days we'd survived.Kade was already outside, moving with the silent ease of someone born to these woods. I watched him, feeling the pull between the human life I knew and this wild, raw world I was slowly becoming part of.He called me over with a nod and a small smile, the first genuine warmth I'd seen in days.“Today, we start with the Silent Hunts,” he said, his voice low but steady.I frowned, curious.“Tracking prey without shifting. It’s a rite of passage for every wolf who wants to prove themselves to the pack. It’s about patience, control, and respect.”We stepped into the forest, the sounds of the cabin fading behind us.The world around us was alive with subtle noises, a twig snapping here, the flutter of wings there.Kade taught me to quiet my breath, to trust my instincts.Hours passed i