The Wolf Who Chooses

Morning came sharply.

Bright sunlight sliced through the tall dormitory windows landing directly across Serena’s face.

She finally stirred up with a faint groan, instinctively turning away from the brightness.

For one fragile, blissful moment, she forgot where she was.

She thought maybe she was at home, still Serena, still with her father…

Then as she turned, a dull but sharp pain flared up from her ribs, almost like a wake up call.

Yesterday's incident!

The Academy.. the dormitory… Damien.

Her eyes snapped open.

The room was quiet.

A peaceful silence, something she hadn't got since she came here.

Damien was already up and out to wherever he needed to be.

Carefully, she inhaled, letting the air flood into her lungs.

There was no sudden bloom of feminine scent, no change in her shape and no sign of breasts.

A small wave of relief washed through her.

She sat up slowly, getting a full look of her body.

The spell still held.

She swung her legs over the bed and rose, her feet hitting the cold floor.

She walked to the window, taking the warmth of the sun, letting it ground her when the door slammed wide open.

The force alone shook the walls of the room.

Damien stood framed in the doorway, already dressed up, his dark hair damp from a morning wash.

“Breakfast call,” he said evenly. “Be down in five minutes.

Lateness has consequences.”

His blue eyes skimmed over her, a little moment longer.

Then he turned and left without another word.

The door shut.

The room felt smaller without him, somehow.

Serena exhaled slowly.

Five minutes.

She crossed immediately to the mirror bolted against the far wall.

Bracing herself, she looked.

A young man stared back.

She had a sharp jaw, broad shoulders and flat chest.

She lifted her wrist to her nose and inhaled discreetly.

Male musk.

“You will not fail,” she whispered to her reflection.

“Not today… “

By the time she stepped into the corridor, her mask of Soren was back in place.

The dining hall was chaotic when she arrived.

Long wooden tables stretched across the cavernous chamber.

Torches burned along stone walls despite the daylight streaming through high windows. The air smelled of roasted meat, sweat, and male competition.

Laughter erupted in clusters.

Serena moved through it quietly, collecting a tray and stepping into line.

A broad-shouldered recruit ahead of her muttered just loud enough, “Bug slayer.”

Snickers followed it too, but she ignored them.

When she reached the counter, a server dropped thick slices of meat and coarse bread onto her tray without much ceremony.

She turned sharply, observing the wide dining hall.

Tables were filling up fast.

She approached one near the far wall.

“Taken.”

Then to another.

“This one 's taken already.”

A third.

And it was the same reply, taken as well.

For a moment, she wondered if they were truly taken or was it an isolation tactic.

Her gaze swept the hall again. There!

One empty chair remained.

Across from it… Damien Blackthorn.

He was already seated, his posture relaxed but commanding space effortlessly.

No one even dared to sit across from him.

But Serene wasn't anyone.

She let out a sharp breath as she walked towards him..

Here we go.

She crossed the hall and dropped her tray onto the table across from him.

Their eyes locked instantly.

Damien cut into his food slowly, deliberately, as if time obeyed him.

“Sleep well?” he asked without looking up.

“Like the dead,” she replied evenly.

A flicker of amusement touched his mouth.

“Careful with metaphors, you nearly qualified.”

She tore bread calmly. “Well, I'm still here.”

“For now.” He studied her openly now.

“You don’t speak much about Mooncrest.”

“There isn’t much to say.”

“A pack with no male heir,” he countered casually. “That’s plenty of things to say.”

Her grip tightened around her fork, but she didn't respond to her.

He continued, his voice mild.

“You don’t posture like the others around here. You just seem different.”

“Shouldn't I be, I mean it's best I stand out, right?”

I shot back, my tone measured.

Serene hearts raced harder with each question Damein asked, but she didn't let it show.

She just kept chewing.

“Maybe you should stop sniffing me.”

A low chuckle escaped him.

“I notice things. That's what keeps me alive.”

He leaned forward slightly.

“What are you hiding, Vale?”

She met his eyes without flinching.

“I guess we'll never know.”

A heavy silence stretched between them.

Before either could press further—

The massive dining hall doors slammed open.

The sound cracked through the room like thunder and silence fell instantly.

Every recruit in the room straightened.

Entering with measured authority was Elder Vasyers of the Alpha Dominion Academy.

He is a high-ranking council member, his presence suffocating the room.

Even Damien rose.

Slowly, still confused, Serena followed as well.

Vasyers surveyed them like livestock under inspection.

“You have survived four days,” he began, voice carrying without effort.

There was a pause.

“Most of you will not survive the next.”

A ripple of tension passed through the hall.

“You were not brought here to be comfortable. You were brought here to be tested to your very limits.”

His gaze swept across faces.

“To that end, the council has authorized a new evaluation.”

He let silence sharpen anticipation.

“The Blood Moon Gauntlet.”

Whispers broke like sparks.

Vasyers continued:

“A multi-stage trial of endurance, combat, and strategy. It's conducted beyond the Academy’s protection and it ultimately results in public elimination.”

The hall felt smaller.

“But,” Vasyers added smoothly, “you will not compete alone.”

Stillness.

“You will compete in pairs.”

The tension in the room doubled.

“Failure of one,” he said evenly, “is failure of both.”

Shock rippled outward.

“Only twelve of you will remain at its conclusion and amongst you twelve you'll contest in more varying games to ultimately produce us two winners who will be crowned…

King and Queen of Alpha Dominion Academy!”

“The Gauntlet begins at moonrise tomorrow. You will declare your partners by sunset.”

There was a heavy silence and then the room erupted.

Wolves moved from one to another trying to secure the best alliances and then chaos filled the room instantly.

Strong recruits were immediately surrounded.

Serena remained seated.

No one approached her.

Of course not. Why would they?

She took a slow breath, just waiting for it to be over so she paired with the other lackies that didn't get a partner.

Then, as the noise began to fade slowly, a shadow fell across the table.

Damien stood up and the conversations quieted instinctively.

Every head turned to their table now.

He did not look at the crowd.

He looked at her.

“I choose Serene Vale.”

The hall froze.