The first thing Evelyn felt was warmth. Not the feverish burn of the mark that had tormented her all night, but a steady, enveloping heat that pulsed like a hearth fire. Her cheek rested against something solid, her body cocooned in strength. For a fleeting moment she thought she was safe, that the nightmare had finally ended.Then memory crashed into her.The growls. The fire under her skin. The silver in her vision. Her own voice snarling like a beast.Her eyes flew open.The cabin glowed faintly with dawnlight, dust motes drifting lazily in golden shafts that cut through the shutters. Her body ached everywhere, her muscles limp as though she had fought battles in her sleep. She blinked up—and froze.Kael’s arms were wrapped around her, his chest rising and falling beneath her cheek. His face hovered close, strands of dark hair falling across his brow. His eyes were closed, but even in sleep his features were taut, as though ready to snap awake at the slightest disturbance. The fain
The cabin was no longer quiet.It trembled under the storm building between the three men, every breath charged with violence. Kael’s fangs hovered just above Evelyn’s skin, his silver eyes blazing with an unearthly fire. His growl had deepened into a thunderous rumble, vibrating through the floorboards.Jonah raised his rifle higher, jaw clenched tight. “Let her go, Kael!”Rowan’s crossbow aimed straight for Kael’s chest, finger tense on the trigger. “You’ve lost control. Release her before you regret it.”But Evelyn could hardly hear them. The fire in her mark had spread through her entire body, an inferno beneath her skin. Her heart hammered so violently she thought it would shatter her ribs. Her senses were no longer her own—she could hear the faint crackle of embers as though it were thunder, smell the sweat and fear rolling off Jonah, taste the metallic tang of Kael’s growl vibrating in the air.She wanted him. Needed him. His touch was the only thing anchoring her as her humani
The fire in Rowan’s hearth had burned low, the logs collapsing into glowing embers that popped and hissed softly. The air in the cabin was taut, thick enough to choke on. Evelyn sat on the edge of the cot, arms folded across her chest, her eyes fixed firmly on the floor.Kael stood a few paces away, still as a statue, his presence filling every inch of space. Jonah lingered at the far wall, rifle hanging loose but ready, while Rowan crouched by the hearth, adding herbs to the flames that gave off a sharp, biting scent.Nobody spoke.Finally, Evelyn broke the silence with a bitter laugh. “So that’s it? I’m your—what did you call it? Mate?” She scoffed. “I’m supposed to believe that because of some mark, and this… this necklace?” She clutched the pendant under her shirt like it might burn her fingers. “Do you even hear yourselves?”Kael’s gaze stayed fixed on her, unflinching, patient in a way that rattled her more than his glowing eyes ever could. “You don’t have to believe my words, E
The cabin was a pressure chamber. The air thickened, each breath heavier than the last. Jonah and Rowan stood braced, weapons trained on the man at the door. Evelyn sat stiff on the cot, unable to move, unable to look away.The fire cast his face in shifting light—shadow over cheekbone, flame glinting off eyes that glowed faintly, impossibly, like embers stirred to life.“You shouldn’t have run,” he said again, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate in her ribs.Jonah’s rifle didn’t waver. “You’ve got three seconds to explain yourself, Kael, before I put silver in your chest.”Evelyn’s head whipped toward him. “Kael?”The man—Kael—smiled faintly, though it never reached his eyes. “So you do remember me, Jonah.”Rowan’s crossbow tilted slightly but stayed steady. His expression was unreadable, but his knuckles whitened against the wood.“You’re not welcome here,” Rowan said flatly.Kael stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind him with deliberate calm. The scent of e
Evelyn ran.Branches whipped her arms, tearing skin, but she didn’t stop. Every step cracked twigs beneath her boots, the forest a blur of black and silver. She didn’t know where she was going—only away, away from the man’s voice, away from his words echoing in her skull.One of us.It couldn’t be true. She wasn’t one of them. She wasn’t a monster.Her body betrayed her with every stride. She could still hear the rabbit’s heartbeat beneath the soil, still smell the musk of the beast that had torn into her flesh. Her senses clawed at her, sharper than they had any right to be, but she shoved them aside.“This isn’t real,” she gasped, lungs burning. “None of this is real. Just shock. Trauma. That’s all.”The pendant banged against her chest with each desperate stride, heavy, mocking, glowing faintly beneath her jacket. The mark on her arm tingled, burning in rhythm with her heartbeat.The man had called it infection. She called it madness.By the time she stumbled out of the trees and o
The nightmares grew sharper.What once blurred into formless shadows now had teeth, claws, and breath she could smell—wet fur, copper blood, the musk of the hunt. Evelyn woke each morning drenched in sweat, lungs straining as if she had been running for miles. And always, always, those golden eyes followed her into waking.The pendant no longer sat quietly on the nightstand. She swore it shifted in the dark, sliding closer to her hand no matter where she left it. Sometimes, when she touched it, she felt a faint vibration—like the beat of a heart.Her days blurred. She stumbled through the lodge and down Black Hollow’s narrow streets with heavy lids and aching bones. The townsfolk watched her differently now—not just as an outsider but with sidelong glances sharpened by suspicion.It wasn’t until the third morning that she understood why.She had been washing her face in the lodge’s small bathroom, cold water splashing her skin, when she saw it.On the underside of her forearm, pale ag