Chapter 2—The Hunt

Ravin's POV

The pull hit me without warning, right in the middle of watching two of my warriors settle a dispute on the training ground.

My hand was at my chest before I understood why, and my wolf went completely still inside me, the way it only did when something had its full attention. I had felt that stillness before in fights, in moments where the wrong decision meant someone died. This was different. This was not danger.

I knew what it was immediately. I had known about it my entire life, carried in my bloodline like a debt that had never been paid. When my fated mate took her first shift I would feel it, sharp and specific, pointing me in one direction. Every Alpha before me had felt it. Every one of them had acted on it.

She was shifting. Somewhere out there in the dark, she was shifting right now.

I did not explain myself to the warriors watching me. I was already walking by the time they registered that something had changed, and running by the time the treeline took me.

The forest at night was familiar territory. I moved through it fast and quiet, following the pull northwest, and it strengthened with every step I took toward it. I smelled the campfire smoke first, then heard the noise, students, tents, a school retreat scattered through the trees. I slowed and moved carefully to the edge of the camp until the shadows were thick enough to stand in without being seen.

Then I found her.

She was on her knees in a small clearing beyond the main group, hands pressed into the dirt, mid transformation and clearly fighting through it. Around her, voices were rising. Someone had gone for help. A boy was crouched beside her, hands on her shoulders, talking to her in a low voice she was probably not fully hearing.

I stood in the dark and watched and did not move.

My wolf had other ideas. It pushed from the inside, loud and insistent, the message simple and clear. Now. Before she finishes. One move and this is over.

I had told myself for years that when this moment came I would not hesitate, that I knew exactly what the curse required and I was not the kind of man who flinched from necessary things.

I did not move.

She drove her claws into the earth and held on through another wave and I watched and something I did not have a name for kept my feet exactly where they were. She was powerful. I could feel it from where I stood, something deeper than a young wolf finding its form for the first time. The energy coming off her was older than that, the kind that belonged to a bloodline that had been building toward something for generations.

My wolf went quiet.

Not because it had given up. Because it recognised something, and whatever that recognition was, it was louder than the urgency had been.

Every Alpha before me who had stood in a moment like this had made the same choice. Power over the person. The curse over the bond. I had grown up hearing their stories told like warnings, like proof that this was simply what the bloodline required, and I had never once questioned whether they had hesitated the way I was hesitating right now.

I stayed until it was done. When her breathing steadied and the sounds of the transformation gave way to silence, I pulled back through the trees without a sound and put distance between myself and the clearing.

***

My betas found me twenty minutes later.

Cord and Sable. Two of my most reliable wolves and the two people most likely to say things I did not want to hear. They had tracked me from the pack grounds and caught up without announcing themselves, falling into step on either side of me with the expressions of wolves who already knew more than they were letting on. I had not told them about the pull when it hit me. I had not needed to. They had seen me leave and drawn their own conclusions, and those conclusions were written clearly enough on both their faces.

Cord spoke first. "You felt it."

I did not answer.

"The legends say the first shift is the only window...."

"I know what the legends say."

"Then she is still out there and the shift may not be"

"It is finished," I said. "I watched it complete."

Sable was quieter than Cord, more careful with her words. "If the window is closed then the curse—"

"Then the curse does what it does. We are not discussing this."

They went quiet. Not because they had nothing left to say but because they knew me well enough to know when I was done. We walked back through the forest and I did not look toward the clearing.

I told myself I was not thinking about her.

I thought about her the entire way back.

By the time the Darkhowl camp came into view I had already made up my mind, though I was calling it something more reasonable in my head. Information gathering. The logical next step. She was a student at Draven Wolf Academy, the pull had come from the direction of their retreat grounds, which meant she had a schedule and a routine and a life that existed within walls I could access and I was going to.

I was going to find out who she was, watch her the way I watched everything that required careful handling, and figure out what I was dealing with before I decided what to do about it.

The curse had not taken my wolf yet. The window had closed and I was still whole, which meant either the legends were wrong about the timeline or there was something about this situation that did not follow the rules I had been handed. Either way I needed answers before I made another move.