(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.
The sellers in this section speak in hushed tones, and their customers appear more serious, and desperate."That's it," Kael says, nodding toward a stall draped in deep purple. Herbs hang in loops along the rafters, and the air beside it radiates with something that may be magic or merely incense smoke. A sign claims "Curses... And every other thing was written in a language that's not English."The woman standing behind the counter is in her thirties, with auburn-colored hair and piercing green eyes. She is rummaging through what may be a set of crystals, each containing a different color of inner light."Excuse me," I speak up as we enter. "Are you Mira Blackwood?"The woman looks up, and for an instant I see something flick across her face. Surprise? Recognition? But it is so fleeting that I might have imagined it."No," she says, her voice lightly accented with something I don't recognize. "My name is Kaia. Mira Blackwood died three years ago. Heart failure. I bought her stall out
The words hit me like ice water, but Kael's tone is more urgent than panicked. Not an attack on the doorstep, but close enough to matter."Who is here?" Luna asks, looking back and forth between us with growing worry."Elena," Kael says. "We need to go. Now."I can see him trying to hide his senses from being obvious. His nostrils flare slightly, feeling the air, and his entire posture was starting to be unstable. But to Luna, he probably just seems like some guy who's suddenly dashing around."Okay," I say, getting out my emergency medical kit from the desk. "Luna, I'm sorry, but we actually do have to leave.""Elena, what is wrong?" Luna follows us to the door, her voice laced with alarm. "You're dashing around as though something's chasing you.""It's actually not like that," I say quickly. "But we're fine. Just... close up early today, okay? Leave. Go home. Don't hang around here late by yourself.""You're scaring me.""I don't mean to." I move to embrace her hastily, and I catch
he sunlight streaming through my apartment windows is different. Less promise of a new day and more like a spotlight on what I'm leaving behind.Kael's at my kitchen table, oddly normal considering he became a wolf and killed three people less than twelve hours ago. He's wearing the clothes i borrowed from my neighbor under the pretense of a plumbing emergency, and he's managed to make coffee without burning down my kitchen like I'd assume. The only reminder of last night is the silvering of his scars on his arms and the occasional flash in his eyes from that otherworldly light."You have to call your clinic," he says to me without looking up from the document in his hand. Another strange flash of normalcy in what's otherwise become a completely abnormal situation."I know." I look down at my phone, trying to figure out how I'm going to tell Luna that I won't be coming in today. Or tomorrow. Or maybe never again. "What do I even say?""Family emergency. Someone has died in family. Som
"Sit on the edge of the bed. And don't move until I get back with my med kit."He say on the bed with a pain-filled groan, blood still oozing through the makeshift bandages we'd ripped from my spare shirt. In the harsh light of my bedside lamp, the silver scars look worse than they did in the car. Red veins fan out from each wound, and the skin around them is an ugly gray that makes my stomach knot up."Elena," he says to me as I search my closet for the first aid kit I keep at home. "You don't have to do this. Werewolves healing isn't human-like. I'll be fine in a couple of hours.""You have silver pieces stuck in your system." I step out and set down my kit on the nightstand. "From what I learned from those books, werewolves don't like silver. Those pieces need to be taken out now, or your supernatural healing mechanism won't be able to work as it should.""Did you read about silver poisoning?""Dr. Blackwood' work." I pull on latex gloves and begin to lay out tools on a new towel.
The man in the car with me is covered with blood, panting like he has just run a marathon, and telling me to drive faster down the empty streets so he can be at rest, his super-healing mechanisms can work effectively.Three hours earlier, the most unbelievable thing to ever happen to me was a difficult surgery on a German shepherd.Now I'm driving home with a werewolf who just killed three armed hunters with his bare hands, and it feels normal."Hurry up, Elena," Kael says through his gritted teeth, his hand pressed against the silver cut in his ribs. "The longer the bits of silver stays in me, the more difficult it'll be it for my body to heal."I press the gas harder, taking the turns to my apartment way more faster."How do you know so much about it?" I asked, taking the turn too sharply once again. "About silver poisoning and healing and all of that?""Because I've been living with it my entire life. We need to discuss. What I am. What you are. Why those hunters knew where to look
Instead of collapsing, instead of fleeing, something changes in his eyes. His body spasms and jerks, and I stand frozen with horror, looking at the transformation that began in my apartment three nights ago now at last complete.This time, there's no transforming back and forth. This is raw, unrelenting, fierce.His bones creak and stretch with sounds similar to splintering tree branches. His back arcs impossibly, his muscles straining and reforming under flesh that breaks out in thick black fur. His face changing completely and his canine shine in the streetlight.He's no more the dog I've known over the last three weeks. He's becoming something more terrifying.When the transformation is finished, a gigantic black wolf takes Shadow's place. Not dog-sized, but wolf-sized in the same way ancient legends had described them. Quite five feet tall at the shoulder, with a body made for speed and power and murder. His eyes burn with human intelligence, but the fury that shines from them is