I descended the porch stairs, then tossed the towel back up to the porch without looking. "Thanks, Mom!"
"Anytime, son. Could you let your dad know I'll be sitting out this training session?""Will do," I nodded, before shifting back into my wolf form. The familiar rush of senses greeted me as I dashed through the trees toward the training grounds.
In the distance, I could already hear my father's mental grumbling, a cacophony of complaints and expletives that only I had the privilege—or curse—of hearing. For a fleeting moment, I wondered if it was possible to roll my eyes in wolf form.
His scent wafted toward me as I approached, a mix of earth and something distinctly him. He turned, his eyes locking onto my approaching form. "Ah, the prodigal son returns," he quipped, his voice filled with sarcasm yet tinged with an unmistakable relief.
Shifting back to my human form, I countered, "Good to see you haven't lost your sense of humor, Dad." For a moment, we locked eyes, the unspoken tension between us giving way to a sudden, tight hug. "Mom's not coming to training today."
"I figured as much," he sighed, "she was on bottle two when I left the house."
Before I could settle in, he launched into a tirade. "Three months, Clay. It's been over three months since you've been home. It's not good for your wolf to be dormant for so long. You better not be shifting in the human world. You know how risky that is."
"Dad, relax. I haven't been," I assured him. "Though, I think Luke has. He's becoming reckless."
"Then you need to end it," he snapped, his gaze sharpening.
"No. He'll dig his own grave eventually," I shot back.
"Yeah, well, hopefully, he doesn't cause too much damage before he does. Someone who can betray his best friend, do what he did, is capable of anything," my father retorted.
A surge of anger pulsed through me; I wasn't really in the mood to delve into the depths of my complicated history with Luke right now.
My father sensed the shift in my emotions. Leaning in close, he whispered, "Good. Now use that fire for this training."
Our smiles met as a mutual understanding settled between us. In sync, we shifted. Both of us were stark white wolves with deep brown eyes; the only distinguishing feature was the scar that marred my father's face, preventing fur from growing around one eye.
The sparring session was an explosion of primal force and tactical finesse, a sweaty ballet of fangs and muscle. Pack members, from the youngest to the most grizzled veterans, squared off against me, each duel a test of my grit as their future Alpha.
My physique was on full display in human form. Biceps flexing with each punch, veins pulsing along arms etched with pure strength and ink. As I dodged an oncoming strike, my piercing brown eyes met my opponent's, radiating a raw, unspoken authority that made them falter for just a fraction of a second.
That's all I needed.
Transforming into my wolf, the change did nothing to diminish the awe that I commanded. If anything, it heightened it. My size alone was intimidating, towering over even the largest wolves in my pack. My fur a shade lighter than anyone else's wolf. My snarl and growls more menacing. The air practically crackled around me with untamed power, an invisible aura with pack members dropping their gaze in fear and profound respect.
Every lunge and swipe of my paw was a masterstroke, calculated yet fueled by instinct. The ferocity and accuracy of my attacks left no question about my capabilities, each move echoing with a lethal elegance that defied my massive size.
My father's gaze, a complex tapestry of pride and understanding, met mine. We didn't need words. The air was heavy with the scent of earth, sweat, and the iron tang of exertion and pride.
As the final opponent yielded, tail tucked and eyes averted, I shifted back into my human form. The muscles in my arms and chest were burning, my entire body was slick with sweat, and I was breathing hard.
But beyond the physical exhaustion, there was something else. A restlessness still clawed at the edge of my consciousness. A kind of jittery energy that felt almost... expectant. I pondered whether this relentless intensity was a glimpse of what it felt like to find one's fated mate. Shaking my head, I dismissed the thought. Surely, no one could bear to exist in such a relentless emotional flood day in, day out.
My father gave me a nod, a silent affirmation that reverberated through me, anchoring me back to the moment. I was strong, ready for whatever lay ahead, and deeply connected to my pack, despite my frequent absences.
Yet, for all that certainty, a question lingered in my mind: Could she possibly quench this lingering fire that I couldn't seem to quell? Was she the answer?
As I stood before my full-length mirror, adjusting the elegant ballet-inspired dress, Moro, my best friend and roommate, sat on my bed, scrolling through her phone. "I don't know, Moro. When I first met him, there was something off. But when I saw him again, it was like he was a completely different person. Maybe I was just having an off day or something." Moro looked up and grinned, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. "Girl, it's about time you jumped back into the dating pool. Besides, think of it this way. If one guy as hot as him is into you, just imagine your other choices! You could be dating royalty next!" I chuckled, brushing a stray curl behind my ear. "Wow, you have such a refreshing approach to love," I said, sarcasm tinting my voice. "Hey, you're too young to tie yourself down," Moro advised earnestly. "Don't end up like my parents, okay? Allow yourself to experience life from different angles. Live a little!" I rolled my eyes, but a smile crept onto my face. "Thank yo
My fists clenched around the barbell as I drove it into the air for another overhead press. Sweat dripped down my forehead, stinging my eyes, but I didn't care. I was too lost in the storm inside my head, a storm I couldn't seem to escape. I'd been working out on my balcony for hours, pushing my body to its absolute limit, partly because I wanted to distract myself, but mostly because I needed something to hit, even if it was just the air around me.Luke. The name was like a splinter in my mind. I couldn't believe he'd taken her out on a date. My muscles tightened further as I lowered the weights back down to my chest. The sheer audacity of that man was beyond comprehension. We were supposed to be friends once, but friends don't pull stunts like this.And then there was Lexi. My Luna. The thought of her possibly giving herself to Luke made my blood boil in a way I'd never felt before. If she slept with him, it wouldn't matter if she was fated to be with me; she would have to stay with
The knot of conflicting emotions I'd been nursing since my date with Luke tightened as I slipped into my party outfit. Moro, my ever-loyal confidante, caught my gaze in the mirror."Spill it, Lexi. You've been brooding since you returned from your date with Luke. Was it that bad?"I grimaced. "No, that's the thing. It wasn't bad, it was actually...nice. But something's bugging me, gnawing at me from the inside. I can't shake the feeling that I should keep my distance, but simultaneously, there's this magnetic pull."Moro shook her head, a small smile on her lips. "Girl, you're a mess of contradictions. But you know, sometimes our instincts pick up on things our conscious minds can't. Maybe you should listen to your gut.""You're probably right," I sighed, "but for now, let's just focus on tonight."The party was in full swing when we arrived—cups overflowing, music pounding, bodies moving in a chaotic dance of youthful recklessness. It was a place to forget, and forgetting was what I
After dropping Lexi off, I gripped the steering wheel hard, feeling the leather indent beneath my fingers. I was fuming, not just at Luke, but at myself, for cutting the night short after she took the chance and left the party with me. The air in the car was thick with tension, the remnant of emotions held at bay. My wolf was agitated, scratching at the inner walls of my consciousness, begging to be let loose. I knew I had to get away from Lexi before I did something that would be difficult to explain, especially since she was still in the dark about my true nature.And then there was Luke. Watching him in that club tonight, high and reckless, I could feel that something was dangerously off in my gut. He was spiraling, but into what? That was the gnawing question. My instincts screamed that it was more than just the drugs. He's always had a penchant for self-destruction, but this felt different, more sinister in a way I couldn't yet pinpoint. It was as if he were not just playing wi
I sighed, staring at the delivery app on my phone. Luke Rendon's name flashed for the third time tonight. "You've got to be kidding me," I muttered under my breath, tapping to decline the order. There was no way I was setting foot in that man's apartment again, not after what I saw last night.I woke up this morning feeling like I'd been hit by a freight train of realization. My whole body seemed to vibrate with a blend of anger and repulsion. How could I have been so naive? The image of him snorting coke, so brazen and unashamed, replayed in my mind repeatedly. I felt disgusted, with him and myself for ever considering him attractive or alluring.My mood didn't improve much in class, even though I should have been excited about Professor Gray's announcement. "Alright, everyone, for the next few weeks, we'll be doing special projects and have various guest speakers on various mythologies and folklore." A murmur of excitement hummed through the room. My hand shot up when the professor
A sense of dread washed over me when we parked just inside the pack land borders. I had absolutely no clue what I was doing, no guideline for how you tell someone you've been lying about who you are. Well, I'm not lying exactly, but I definitely omit a crucial part of my identity. And not just my identity, but the essence of everyone who lived on this land."Promise me something?" I looked over at her, fidgeting with the car keys in my hands. "Keep an open mind about all of this, and if you don't want to be here anymore at any point, just say so. I'll take you back to the city, no questions asked."She stared back at me, bewildered. "Open mind? Clay, what's going on? Why are you acting so strange?"I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Just...promise me, okay?""Fine, I promise. Now, tell me what's happening."My heart pounding in my ears, I killed the engine. "Let's get out of the car. There's something I need to show you."She followed me out, her brows furrowing, eyes filled
The car rumbled over the uneven terrain, and my fingers tightened around the edge of the seat. I took a deep breath, trying to slow the rapid pulse of my heart. Everything felt overwhelming, from the revelation about werewolves to my inexplicable connection with Clay."Lexi, you don't have to worry," Clay said, his voice tender as his hand reached over to rest on mine. The warmth of his touch sent a calming wave through me, but my brain stubbornly clung to its state of alert."I want to believe you, Clay, but it's just—everything's changing so fast. I have to worry a little, right?" I squeezed my eyes shut momentarily, grappling with the maze of thoughts crowding my head.He chuckled softly. "You're not wrong to worry. But I promise, you've got nothing to fear."The vehicle finally came to a halt, and I opened my eyes to see a grand mansion silhouetted by the setting sun. It looked like something out of a fairy tale but also seemed intimidating. Before I could gather my thoughts, Clay
I nodded, taking in her words like a lifeline. If she could navigate these bewildering waters, then I could too.Clay's fingers gently interlocked with mine, as if silently saying, 'We're in this together.' That simple touch stirred a blend of emotions within me, churning like colors on an artist's palette. Excitement, trepidation, and, strangely enough, a newfound sense of peace."So," his mother broke the contemplative silence, "I think we've had enough heavy conversation for one day. How about something lighter?"She rose and opened a cabinet, pulling out a large tin filled with cookies. "These are my famous chocolate chip cookies," she said, offering the container to us. "Nothing solves life's problems like homemade cookies."As Clay eagerly grabbed a cookie, I couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, if this is part of the Luna training program, count me in."He winked at me as he took a satisfying bite, the chocolate melting and mixing with the emotions that colored the moment. "Trust