THE Alpha's HOLLOW BLOOD

The night I was supposed to finally become like everyone else, the entire Blackwood pack gathered to watch me fail.

I could feel the suffocating weight of their eyes on me before I even stepped through the grand oak doors of the ceremonial hall.

For years, I had imagined what this milestone would feel like. Every young werewolf went through the Pack Transformation Ceremony at eighteen to meet the beast living inside them. For my peers, it was a night of celebration, a glorious transition into warriors and hunters.

For me, it felt like walking toward a public execution.

I was already twenty-one, well past the normal age of manifestation. Everyone in the territory knew my secret. Or rather, everyone knew my shame,I had no wolf.

There had been no bone snapping shifts, no feral voice inside my head, and no animal instinct pulling me toward the pack. I was a defect. An omen of bad luck.

Don't look at them, I whispered to myself, digging my fingernails into my palms until the pain grounded me. Don't think about what they are thinking. Just get through tonight, Elara.

I pushed the heavy doors open. Instantly, the roaring conversations in the hall quieted to a malicious murmur.

Hundreds of pack members looked down from the stone gallery, and their brutal whispers cut through the air like knives.

Look at the pack failure.

Why do the elders waste sacred moonstone energy on a wolfless omega?

She should have been banished years ago.

I swallowed the lump of humiliation in my throat and forced my legs to move down the long aisle.

At the far end of the room stood the Alpha Elders, their faces grim, ancient, and entirely devoid of warmth. I kept my gaze locked straight ahead on the center altar, where a large obsidian moonstone pulsed with a faint silver light.

Alpha Elder Vance stepped forward, his eyes heavy with pity. Elara. Step forward and face the moonstone. Are you ready to call upon your wolf?

Yes, Elder, I lied, my voice cracking slightly.

I approached the altar and placed my trembling hands onto the cold, smooth surface of the stone.

I closed my eyes and focused inward, desperately reaching into the dark, silent void of my soul. Come on, I begged the universe, tears burning behind my eyelids.

Just give me a spark. A growl. A flicker of fur.

Anything.

I waited. One second. Five seconds. Ten seconds.

Nothing. The inner silence was deafening.

A collective, mocking sigh rippled through the crowd.

The elders exchanged disappointed glances, and the familiar wave of burning shame crashed over my chest, heavy and suffocating.

I pulled my hands back from the stone, ready to turn around and run out of the hall to hide forever.

Then, the agony hit.

It didn’t start in my bones like a normal wolf shift. It started as a white hot, agonizing sear deep beneath the skin of my right forearm.

It felt as if boiling oil was being pumped directly into my veins. A ragged, blood curdling scream tore from my throat as I collapsed to my knees, clutching my arm.

What is happening to her? Is she finally shifting? someone shouted from the gallery.

No, look at her arm That’s not a wolf shift

Through tear blurred vision, I ripped back my sleeve and looked down.

Thick, pitch-black veins were violently erupting beneath my skin, twisting and coiling like living shadows.

The agonizing heat spread, violently carving a jagged, glowing obsidian symbol into my flesh. It wasn't a wolf pack crest. It was an ancient, foreign mark that radiated an oppressive, terrifying dark energy.

Stop the ceremony, Elder Vance roared, his face draining of color as he backed away.

Guards, restrain her She is cursed

The hall erupted into pure chaos.

Pack members scrambled toward the exits in terror, shouting warnings of witchcraft.

Through the panic, a powerful figure stormed past the fleeing guards. It was Cassian, the pack’s ruthless next in line Alpha.

But the usual cold arrogance on his handsome face was entirely gone, replaced by a raw, paralyzing terror.

He stared at the glowing black mark on my arm.

He recognized it.

Everyone out Now

Cassian commanded.

His dominant Alpha aura hit the room like a physical shockwave, forcing the remaining elders and guards to instantly flee the room.

Within seconds, the grand hall fell into a heavy, suffocating silence. Only the two of us remained.

What is this, Cassian?

I gasped, trembling on the floor as the mark pulsed with a cold, transition throb.

What's happening to me?

Cassian lunged forward, grabbing my wrist with a grip like iron.

He aggressively ripped my sleeve down, hiding the mark from view.

Cover it. And pray to the Moon Goddess that the elders didn't recognize the shapes of those lines.

You know what it is, I demanded, gathering my strength to rip my arm away from him. Tell me

I have spent my whole life being treated like a broken omen, and now this happens

Shut up, Elara Cassian hissed, stepping directly into my space.

The sheer panic vibrating off him terrified me more than the burning in my veins.

If the High Council finds out you bear that mark, they won't just banish you.

They will execute you, your family, and anyone who breathed the same air as you.

I froze, the breath trapped in my lungs. Why? What does it mean?

Cassian looked toward the heavy iron doors, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked ready to shatter.

When he looked back down at me, his dark eyes were dead serious.

It means your wolf didn't manifest because something else killed it before you were born.

You are marked by the Forbidden Enemy, Elara. And tonight, you just signed our pack's death warrant.