LOGIN(Kael's POV)
The Blackwood Forest breathes with a pulse older than Crescent Bay's steel and glass. Its gnarled trees claw at the moonlight, casting long shadows across the forest floor.
I'm lost, trapped in this cursed canine shell, my senses sharpened beyond reason, my whole body aching with every step. The scent of damp earth and pine floods my nose, laced with the musk of my pack. They are all restless tonight. I can feel it in the way their howls rise sharp and mournful. A chorus of both frustration and fear.
I am their Alpha.
I was.
Now I'm nothing more than a shadow of what I used to be, bound to this black dog form by a curse I never saw coming. Guilt settles over me like a second skin, heavier than the wounds she stitched tonight. I abandoned them, and the weight of it crushes me from the inside.
I crouch in the darkness, hidden beneath a thick tangle of branches. My silver eyes reflect the moonlight. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig echoes like a gunshot. I hear the low growls of my pack gathered in the clearing ahead. Rylan, my beta, stands at the center. His tawny fur bristles with tension. His voice is steady but shaky as he speaks.
"Kael's out there," he says. The conviction in his voice reminds me of what I used to be. "We track his scent. We find him. We break the curse."
Some nod. Others shift uneasily. Loyalty still burns in their hearts, but doubt and fear aren't far from them either.
An Alpha who vanishes for weeks, leaving them to fight off hunters alone, isn't someone they can rely on. And I can't even tell them I never meant to disappear. That I never stopped fighting.
I clench my fist tightly. Frustration builds in my chest until it threatens to burst. I want to howl. I want to step into that clearing and reclaim my place. But the curse clamps down on me. It steals my voice, chains my soul to this beastly shape.
The witch who did this? I never saw her face. I only felt the magic crawl under my skin like fire. Thirty-two years I led them. Fought beside them. I protected them, did it with everything in me. And now I'm just a silent black dog skulking in the forest, relying on a human woman who doesn't even know what I am.
Her face flickers through my mind. Her eyes, green and guarded. Her hands, steady and gentle as she stitched me up. She could sense that something was wrong, but she didn't let me stay hurt anyway.
Her touch eased the pain. It gave me something I hadn't felt in weeks. It gave me relief. Warmth. Something close to hope. I don't know what she is to me yet, but I know she's important. Still, dragging her into this mess? It feels like betrayal.
Rylan's voice pulls me back to the clearing. "The hunters are closing in," he says. "They've got silver and they're after the artifact. If they find Kael first..."
He doesn't finish his statement, but the silence that follows says everything. The artifact. The relic that did this to me. The thing that woke the hunters and started this nightmare. My curse is tied to it. So is the danger to my pack. If they get to it first, we're all done.
I growl lowly, feeling a surge of pain and hopelessness. My pack is in danger because of me. And I can't even stand beside them. I'm not even as powerful as the people I'm obliged to protect.
Lila steps forward. Her voice trembles but doesn't waver. "What if Kael's gone? What if the curse took him?"
Her words slice through me like a double-edged sword. The pack falls silent. Rylan snarls, trying to bring back hope.
"He's not gone," he snaps. "He's our Alpha. We don't abandon him."
Lila lowers her gaze, but the question stays, hanging in the air like smoke.
I want to roar, to make them see I'm still here. That I'm still trying. Still fighting. But I'm silent. Useless.
Rylan begins to pace. His claws dig into the dirt. "His scent is strong near the city," he says. "Crescent Bay's outskirts. We start there. We start tonight."
The others nod with determination. Even though I see the despair they're all feeling, there is no fracture in their unity. They trust Rylan. They believe him. But it's not just belief. They need me.
I think of where I am again. The apartment is warm and homey. Her hands moved with the kind of precision that came from doing what had to be done. She didn't know what I am. She just helped, like a human should. Scared, but still, she reached for me.
Her touch sparked hope in me. But hope can be dangerous. And involving her could cost her everything. Her fragility, her humanness, and the kind of world she loves.
The forest hums with very old magic. I can sense it. It feels older than anything I can think of. It's the kind of power that doesn't care who gets hurt. The artifact is part of it. A key. A key to what, I still don't know.
I don't know what it does. Only that it cursed me. That it has hunters crawling through the trees, armed with silver, looking to end us. My pack is on edge. And they're right to be. Everything feels wrong, but what I sense is dark.
I am still Kael Draven. Not just a beast anymore.
But the clock is ticking. Each full moon takes a little more. Each night stretches the line between man and monster. I think of Elena's hands again. The way she touched me without fear. The way her eyes saw more than a dog even though she couldn't tell what.
I know she's either the answer. Or maybe, the end of me.
Rylan's voice rises again. He lays out the search plan. "Pairs. We cover the city outskirts. Stay low. Avoid the hunters. If you catch Kael's scent, signal."
They split up, each of them moving into the forest. Rylan stands alone for a moment. His head bows. I feel the weight on him. The strain of leading without me. The fear he hides.
I want to walk into that clearing. Tell him he's not alone. But I can't. My body won't let me. I just stay here. Listening to what I can.
The pain in my side flares up again. Despite the stitches, it still burns. I should be healing faster. The curse is slowing it down.
Her face won't leave my thoughts. The curve of her jaw. The focus in her eyes. She didn't flinch when I bled on her floor. She didn't look away, even in her doubt.
She's human.
But there's something else there.
I felt it. When she touched me, it wasn't just pain that faded. Something shifted.
Something shifted inside me.
Maybe that's why I let her take me in. Why I didn't run. Why I'm still here, hiding safely, instead of fighting my way back to the forest.
She's my only shot. But if I'm wrong, if I drag her into this and the hunters find her...
No. I can't let that happen. I won't.
My pack is searching. The hunters are closing in. And time is running out.
She has no idea what's with her. She has no idea what she's brought to her room.
But I'll protect her.
Even if it costs me everything.
(Continuing the brother I knew)"The Howlstone Pack was one of the oldest packs in the whole of North America," Kael begins, his voice taking on the cadence of a man relating a nightmare. "Four hundred years or more of family bonds traced back their heritage. Their territory spanned sixteen states. They had agreements with dozens of packs, seats on several regional councils. They were beyond suspicion.""Passed," I echo."Dexter opted he coveted their throne." Kael stands up and walks over to the window again, like he can't sit still to relate this story. "Not because he craved their land or their properties. He did it to make a point. To prove that nothing inside the world of the supernatural was ever really out of reach if you are Dexter."I pull my legs onto the couch and hug my knees. "How in the world did he even go about doing something like that?""Cautiously. Methodically. Which is what made it so terrifying." Kael's face in the window looks troubled. "Dexter spent six months
Kael doesn't say anything for a really long time, his expression distant in a manner that I've never seen. When he finally speaks, his tone is laced with past wounds."Dexter is seven years older than I am. By the time I was old enough to understand what was happening, he was already an issue our father couldn't resolve."I collapse onto the couch, aware this is going to take a while. Kael remains at the window, looking out into the darkness."Our father was the leader of the Draven pack. Respected, old-fashioned, intensely devoted to the Council that keeps packs and humans at peace." His jaw tightens. "He believed in order, hierarchy, rules that had lasted for centuries. And Dexter defied them all.""What do you mean?""I mean he liked destroying everything our dad built." Kael appears, coming closer to me. "From the time he was a teenager, Dexter was violent. Not the contained rage you possess naturally as a werewolf, but something nastier. More sinister. He'd fight wolves twice his
He gestures toward the thin couch in front of the hearth, but I hold my ground. Standing is safer somehow, like having my feet firmly on the ground provides me with more traction in a situation that is rapidly getting away from me."Then talk," I say. "Tell me everything."He runs a hand through his dark hair, one of those irritability motions I've come to recognize. "The curse is exactly what Rebekah described. A trap designed to bind an Empath's life force to mine. If you attempt to shatter it with traditional methods, the magical blowback will kill us both.""Traditional methods," I repeat, clinging to the adjective. "So there are untraditional ones?"His silver eyes lock on mine. "I've been looking for a way. A means to break the curse without killing you in the process."My breath hitches. To have him start mentioning it now, after I'd asked myself."So what do you have," I say to him, attempting to sound calm. "How do we break the curse without incurring the penalty of death?"K
My hands shake as I start the car.The engine rumbles to life with a familiar sound, but everything else is off. Different. As if the world tipped on its axis while I was sitting in that bar, and I'm the only one who noticed."The curse is a trap. Breaking it will bind your life to his. If either of you dies, the other follows."I grip the steering wheel hard enough my knuckles turn white, trying to hold on to something solid. The parking lot is almost empty, just a few cars scattering the ground under the screaming brightness of streetlights. Ordinary. Everything looks so painfully, ruinously ordinary.But nothing is ordinary now.I was already on the main road, heading back toward the woods. Toward Kael and the pack and a battle I'm in no shape for. The city lights blur across my windows as I try to force my thoughts into something coherent.Rebekah's words echo in my mind. "She knew an Alpha like your werewolf would come searching for an Empath one day. And she made sure that when
I've got my second glass of wine in my hand when he appears."Hey there," the man says, sliding onto the stool beside me with the practiced ease of a man who's done this a hundred times. "Want to let me buy you a drink?"I didn't even look at him. "No.""Come on, don't be like that. Just making an effort to be friendly.""I'm not in the mood for friendly." My tone is very harsh, and I didn't even attempt to tune it down. The last thing I want to do is deal with unwanted male attention to add to everything else."Bad day?""You have no idea." I take another swig of wine, hoping he'll pick up the hint and leave.He doesn't. He pushes in closer, his cologne choking in the tight space between us. "Maybe I could help with that. I'm a pretty good listener.""And I'm pretty good at being left alone." I face him straight and whatever I see in his face makes him finally move back."Okay, okay. Just being friendly." He raises his hands in a gesture of surrender and steps back, muttering somethi
By the fourth day in the pack settlement, I was already at my breaking point.Each day begins the same way. Wake up drained from the work of the day before as an empath. Force down breakfast with the pressure of the pack's demands weighing on my mind. Spend hours from dawn till dusk traveling from one in pain werewolf to the next, soaking up their agony until my own body aches to be pulled asunder. Collapse within the cabin as Kael looks on with worry he attempts to conceal.Repeat.It's drudgery. Work of necessity. But it's also stifling.I haven't been out of the pack territory in four days. I haven't seen another human being. I haven't done something that doesn't trace back to supernatural politics and the curse. I was only thinking about what normal is.And so, after another grueling morning of empathic healing, I make a decision."I'm going into town tonight," I announce as Kael and I walk back into the cabin to get some lunch.He pauses in the doorway, his expression already shu







