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The Weight of the Mark

Author: Nicolet Hale
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-10 18:45:47

The storm didn’t roll in with thunder. It rolled in with silence.

A heavy, agitating stillness settled over the forest as Clara and Ash stepped out of the ravine, their clothes damp, their breath visible in the cold air. The night felt strange — too quiet for a world that had just torn itself open.

Ash walked half a step ahead of her, tense in a way she hadn’t seen before. His shoulders were rigid, his jaw tight, every sense on alert. It wasn’t the hunters he was listening for.

It was the pack.

And whatever judgment awaited them.

Clara couldn’t stop glancing down at her hands. They still tingled, not painfully, but as if something beneath her skin were stretching after a time spent asleep. She kept flexing her fingers as if that might make the feeling go down.

It didn’t.

“ Ash, ” she murmured, “ what if Ronan is right? What if I’m a threat?”

Ash stopped so suddenly she banged into him. He turned, eyes catching the faint moonlight — soft silver, but troubled.

“ You’re not a thr
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  • TO LOVE A WOLF   The Line You Don’t Cross

    The pack didn’t move all at once.They never did.Without a word, wolves fanned out, slipped between trees, and formed a loose perimeter as if they had always been a part of the forest. Clara, arms hanging at her sides, watched each wolf take position. She stood almost motionless, her gaze flicking between the shifting shadows, her body tense as if bracing for understanding she couldn't reach.Ash remained near, shifting his weight from foot to foot. He was close enough that she could feel the heat from his body when he unconsciously stepped in her direction, but he kept his hands at his sides, not reaching out. She tried to keep her posture steady and upright, more reassured by his nearness than she cared to admit.Ronan led them into the forest, away from the clearing. Clara cast a quick look back, half-expecting pale eyes to reappear.There was nothing.That didn’t mean it was gone.The forest felt… alert. Not hostile. Not welcoming either.Like something that had just woken up and

  • TO LOVE A WOLF   When the Forest Answers

    They didn’t go back to the Hollow.Not right away.Instead, Ronan guided them forward, along a slender strip of ground where the trees grew closer together, their branches arching overhead like ribs. Here, the moonlight faded, shattered into pieces that barely touched the earth. Clara sensed it right away, the tug beneath her ribs getting stronger with each step, as if she were approaching something that already knew her name.Ash stayed close.Not hovering. Not crowding.Just close enough that she could feel him there without looking.The wolves padded ahead in silence, slipping between trunks like smoke. No one spoke or laughed; the pack’s usual bravado was gone.This wasn’t a victory walk.It was caution.Clara broke the silence first. “You said the forest is responding to me.”Ronan didn’t slow. “Yes.”“That doesn’t explain anything.”“It explains enough,” he said. “For now.”Ash shot him a look. “You’re doing that thing again.”Ronan’s mouth twitched. “Keeping her alive?”“Keepin

  • TO LOVE A WOLF   Teeth in the Dark

    The woodland took some time to respond.It was made worse by that.Clara waited for a sound that might explain the odd tug beneath her ribs, such as a howl or the crack of branches. However, all she could hear was the distant rustle of leaves returning to their proper positions and the gentle shift of wolves breathing near the tree line.Too normal. Like the woods were pretending nothing had happened. Ronan turned away first, giving a low hand signal. The wolves at the edges shifted their weight, some stepping back, others climbing silently into the trees. None of them relaxed.None of them left. "We shouldn't stay here," Ash said. Ronan nodded. "We won't." He looked at Clara again. Not like a leader this time. Like a man measuring the weather."Are you able to walk?" he inquired.Her legs still felt like they belonged to someone else, but she said, "I can."As they began to move, Ash held onto her hand. He remained close enough for her to feel his warmth through the small gap between

  • TO LOVE A WOLF   What Lingers After

    Clara’s ears rang.Not the sharp kind of ringing from gunfire — this was dull, heavy, like the forest itself had slammed a door shut inside her head. She blinked against the darkness, breath coming out in uneven bursts. The air smelled wrong. Burnt, almost. Like wet stone and old blood.Her hands were shaking.She didn’t remember falling, but she was on the ground now, palm pressed into cold dirt, fingers digging in as if the earth were the only solid thing left.“Ash,” she croaked.Her throat hurt. Everything hurt.“Ash!”“I’m here.”The answer came fast — too fast — and then his hands were on her, solid and warm, gripping her shoulders. He turned her slightly, checking her face, her neck, her arms like he expected to find something broken.“You’re bleeding,” he said.She glanced down. A thin cut traced her forearm, already clotted. Not hers — or at least, not entirely.“It’s not bad,” she said. “What about you?”He didn’t answer right away.That scared her more than the creature had

  • TO LOVE A WOLF   The Thing That Shouldn’t Exist

    Ash didn’t wait.The moment the creature dived, he shoved Clara back hard enough that she stumbled into a tree trunk. The impact knocked the breath from her chest, but it also saved her — the creature’s claws sliced through the space where she’d been standing, rending and shredding bark instead of meat.Ash!” Clara shouted. He didn’t answer. He was already shifting. Not entirely, not cleanly — the change ripped through him too fast, too raw. Bones cracked. His back arched. Fur tore through skin in jagged patches. His breath came out in harsh, broken snarls as he forced his body between her and the creature.The thing circled them in slow, dragging steps.Its movements didn’t match its body — too fluid for bones that sharp, too quiet for limbs that long. Every step made the ground vibrate under Clara’s feet. Ash growled, low and warning. The creature didn’t care. Its eyes were locked on Clara. Not Ash. Not the threat. Her.Clara’s pulse pounded painfully in her chest. That same pull fr

  • TO LOVE A WOLF   The Quiet Before the Break

    Clara no longer trusted silence. Not after gunfire, shifting shadows, and the kind of secrets that crept beneath her skin and would not go away. However, the surrounding woodland now seemed oddly serene, as if the trees were holding their breath alongside her. At first, neither of them spoke as she strolled by Ash, their footsteps gentle among the pine needles. Ash continued to look at her as though he wanted to make sure she didn't vanish.She noticed.Of course, she noticed.How was she not able to? He appeared to have fought the entire mountain, and on top of that, he was concerned about her. Even now, when they seemed safe, he maintained a protective stance toward her despite the fact that his shirt was ripped and dried blood stuck to his jaw. "You're quiet," she finally said. Ash sighed, not quite laughing. You'll run away if I say the wrong thing. "I'm not a deer," she whispered. "I could have been tricked.You keep running every time I get close."She stopped walking

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