I shudder as I remember their strange disappearances, then their untimely deaths.
“They’re no longer here. After they’d take me in, they’d suddenly turn up dead. Since I was young, I wasn’t allowed in the pack meetings, but rumors spread that it was some kind of attack from the outside. To this day, I’m not sure what happened to those kind people. The two that were extremely nice were Laney and Matt. They couldn’t have children of their own and were almost like second parents to me. I still go to their graves when I go to visit my parents.”
Kendric exhales loudly. “So, why did your parents die? Was it some sort of attack when they died, too?”
“Yes. They were helping the alpha on something in the woods.”
“So, random nice people die in this pack. Good to know. Is there anything else you noticed going on?” He asks, his voice eerily calm.
I know why he’s asking. He wants words to use while he’s gone to the trial. He needs evidence of something showing that I’ve been mistreated.
“No, but I wouldn’t know anything other than the few events directly related to me. The alpha always kept me out of everything.”
“Okay, one last question. Is there anything else in that room you need?”
I think about it again, then remember something in the closet. “There is a dress that looks like a ball gown. It’s my mother’s ceremonial dress. Can she bring that too?”
He nods. “I will make sure she gets it before I’m gone.”
As Kendric leaves out the front door, I pull out of my daze and walk onto the porch, then turn to look back at the house. Vines crawl their way up the sides of the house in various spots. Windows have been busted out, and it looks like some of the shutters are falling. This place has seen better days, but it could always be worse.
“Are you sure you want to stay here? It doesn’t look livable,” Kendric says as he steps back and glances up at the second floor.
I turn around with a grim expression on my face. “If you have time, go to the attic in the alpha’s house and then tell me that.”
“When I return, I expect you to be here. Unharmed. Do you understand me?”
I pause, caught off guard by the intensity in his voice. It’s as though he’s not just asking me to stay safe, but asking me to promise something I’m not sure I can. My throat tightens. “Why are you coming back?”
My voice cracks slightly, the question slipping out before I can stop it. The truth is, I don’t understand why he’s doing any of this. Why is he so determined to protect me? Why does it matter to him?
Kendric studies my face for a moment, his lips pressing together as he thinks of a response. “I’ll be back after the trial, so until then, I want you to stay safe and watch everyone. If you hear anything, I’m leaving all of my contact information with you to use. Don’t hesitate to call me. If anything goes wrong or you think it might head that way, I will come. They will just have to go on without me.”
“I will call if anything goes wrong,” I say, laughing about it.
This guy barely knows me, but acts like we’ve known each other forever. It’s weird.
He walks back up the steps, hands me a small piece of paper from his pocket, then digs around in the other and produces a phone. “Don’t ask where the phone came from or why. I had this feeling is all I will say.”
“Thank you.” Instead of fighting him over it, I take the phone with a smile on my face. “If I hear anything, I will contact you as soon as I can.”
“Please be safe.”
With those words uttered, he leans forward, his hand sliding gently around the back of my neck. His touch is warm and steady, grounding me even as my heart begins to race. I freeze for a second, caught between surprise and something deeper. It’s a longing I don’t know I’m still capable of feeling.
Then, his lips find mine.
The world goes quiet. There’s no shouting, no uncertainty, just the overwhelming rush of heat where our mouths meet. A tremor moves through me. It’s not from fear this time, but from something tender and unfamiliar. My breath catches, and my fingers twitch at my sides, unsure whether to hold him or hold on to myself.
He breaks the kiss slowly, like he doesn’t want to let go, pressing a final, delicate peck to my lips that makes my chest ache in the best and worst way.
“I’m serious. Don’t do anything stupid. I expect you to be on this porch waiting for me when we get back. We have some things to discuss.”
“We do?”
His brows raise as our gazes meet again. “Yes, I think we do.”
Alpha Barrett comes into view with a very distraught look on his face as he looks between the two of us. It’s almost like he’s worried about Kendric and the way he’s acting. “Hey, are you coming? The council will be expecting us. They just called and they are expediting the trial.”
The alpha’s son comes to stand beside his father. He takes a good look at the two of us and our positions with a devious smile.
“I didn’t realize you two had a thing already.”
Heat floods my cheek as I quickly pull away. “We don’t.”
Kendric growls low, causing his chest to rumble. “Oh, but we do, and we will discuss this when I return.”
Years pass and the weight of death becomes a memory. Not a burden.We never speak of the veil or what we’ve seen, unless the stars dim in the night sky in a strange way, or when the children ask why their parents bear the kinds of scars that aren’t from training with other wolves. We tell them the truth, in small pieces that they understand. That their mother fought beyond life, and their father once clawed his way back from the edge of madness.That love, when it’s real, doesn’t just survive. It returns for those they love.The pack has healed in time. Slowly, then all at once.They feared us at first. What we were, what we might become, scared them. But wolves are creatures of instinct, and in time they saw the truth of what we were. We aren’t cursed anymore nor are we ghosts here to haunt them. We are leaders, mates, and survivors.Valeria stands taller than ever now, her presence sharp as moonlight. The warriors train under her hand with pride, and the young ones follow her like s
Being alive feels awkward. We neither should be. I also expect to go feral any moment, but it never comes.It’s like us dying reset everything and now we are out in this world alone with most thinking we are dead.The witches tell us to go back, and so after a few hours at the river, we reluctantly agree.The youngest one takes us to a car and drives us all the way back to Valeria’s home pack. When we arrive, it’s dark, and oddly, no one notices us pulling in. If they do, they don’t leave their homes.That night, after we shower and find clean clothes to settle into bed, I dream. Not of memories. Not of home. Of the space between.It’s changed. Darker now. The stars flicker. The golden light is dim and something waits. It watches me with ember eyes.I speak. "Who are you?"No answer. Only pressure. Presence.My soul flutters like a dying flame. Then it speaks.“You are mine now.”I wake, choking on air, waking Valeria as well.“What was that?” She asks, her voice frantic.I nod. "Some
My mind stirs before my body does.Pain is the first thing I feel. Not sharp, but a bruised ache buried in my bones, whispering of what I’ve done to return. Each breath scrapes against the inside of my chest like wind against shattered glass. But it’s air. I’m breathing. My lungs, greedy and stubborn, fight to keep it. My heart follows, thumping slow, then faster, then steady.I’m alive. Warmth is next.Fingers cradle my face. I know the hand before I see it. It’s Kendric. The calluses, the trembling strength. His skin is damp. From rain? From tears? I don’t know.His voice is raw. "Val...?"I want to say his name. To throw my arms around him. But my limbs are distant, foreign. My body is waking slowly, relearning itself.My fingers twitch.He gasps, sharp and unguarded. "Valeria? Say something. Please. Gods, please..."I force my eyes open.The world is a smear of moonlight and trees, blurred at the edges. I’m beneath the ash tree. The one where I died. The smell of pine and blood st
Darkness surrounds me. I’m not sure where I am or what just happened. But I feel happy and free.There’s no pain or sound. Only the slow unraveling of light.I float, not in the way leaves fall, but like a memory slipping from a dream. My body is behind me now, somewhere distant and mute. Ahead, a vast stillness stretches wide before me, painted in colors I can’t name. Stars pulse like quiet heartbeats. There is no time here. No breath. Only the feeling that something final has happened.Am I really dead?I should cross the line. I could have. But something tugs at me, pulling me back.It isn’t fear or unfinished duty or vengeance. It is warmer, deeper. A gravity that speaks in a voice of a single name.Kendric.His name is a tether wrapped around my spirit, burning with sorrow, love, and a pain so deep it splits the void. I can feel him. His grief is like storm clouds brewing on a hot summer day. Somewhere, far beneath the evil that separated us, he is screaming my name. Holding my b
I barely hear her now. My breath comes out in pants.Suddenly, her warmth is pulled from me and all I can do is watch her be dragged away.No, don’t take her.The words become a chant, and my body sheds its fur. Now, I’m back as a man, yet the demand to kill is screaming within my mind. “No, don’t take her.”Ramsey turns with a gleam in his eye. He looks surprised to see me like this. “Ah, so you turned back into your human form one last time before you die. How fitting.”The woman in red comes closer to Valeria, pulling her aside. “I’ll watch her while you take care of the feral one.”My eyes dart between the women and Ramsey. I know my time is near.“It’s time for you to die, wolf. I have loved all these lifetimes of you serving me as you got closer and closer to going mad. Now, you are finally feral and dying. It took long enough.” He uses his boot to push at me to see if he can get a reaction. “Well, this is pathetic. You’re not even putting up a fight.”“Kill, Maim. Destroy.”Ram
My senses are all wrong. They’re warped and twisted like mirrors in a nightmare. Colors are too sharp. Sounds are too loud. Every flicker of light cuts through my head like a blade. I don’t know what that woman did to me. Her name was Seraphine, I think, if that’s even her real name, but whatever poison she poured into my mind is working.And it isn’t good.My breath comes fast and shallow, but I can’t slow it down. My lungs feel too small and my body is too big. My skin is too tight, like I’ve outgrown myself and the seams are threatening to rip. There’s a fire crawling just beneath my flesh, something angry and ancient thrashing to get out. It coils like smoke through my chest and burns behind my eyes.I can’t control it.Everything inside me pulses with a need I don’t recognize. Not hunger. Not thirst. Not even rage. It’s something worse. Something primal. Something that doesn’t think or reason. It only feels.My claws dig into the floor as I crouch low. Whatever material they used