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06 – Wild Destiny
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2025-07-07 22:28:07“My team is tracking some wolves, Naomi. They may be connected to the disappearance of our children. We need to stay alert,” he informs me. I nod affirmatively. “In any case, it's not safe here. I'm going to take you somewhere else,” he says, taking my hand. My body vibrates with happiness, but my mind still can't keep up with the feeling and the situation.
“That won't be necessary,” Lancelot said, taking my hand and making her let go of Casper's. His warm touch awakened me, and my mind caught up with the gesture. “I don't live far away, and it would be more comfortable. It's been a long day, and she needs to rest,” he says, regaining all the authority he had before, staring at Casper. I didn't know if medium-sized wolves didn't respected hierarchies very well, as I wouldn't see a normal beta confronting a powerful alpha like he was doing. “Okay,” Casper said, visibly annoyed. In front of others, he liked to show that he was good. There were wolves and humans around, and the image of a powerful man and an alpha needed to be preserved. I knew Casper didn't like what Lancelot was doing, but he wouldn't fight back, not using himself. “If Naomi agrees, it's fine,” he says, looking at me with a mischievous smile. My body screams again for his name and for him, but my brain once again doesn't follow. He was doing it on purpose because he knew I felt love for him; he knew I would choose him. However, that's not what happened. “It's fine with me,” I reply. Both boys seem surprised by my answer; even I seem surprised. Snorting, Casper agrees and signals for the others to get into their cars. “Let's take a drive around the area and continue the patrol,” Casper says. “Tomorrow, at the address on the card,” he says. Then they finally leave the street. When everyone is gone, I sigh. The shock of the attack had already dissipated, and now all I was left with was an empty, messy house and a wolf I had just met, wearing my ex's clothes. “Thanks for everything,” I say to Lancelot. “There's just one problem, Naomi,” he says, indifferently. “I don't live nearby.” “What do you mean by that?” I ask, visibly confused. “It was in the heat of the moment, Naomi. I just felt the urge to stop him from touching you. I didn't want that,” he said, somewhat embarrassed. “Lancelot, how far away do you live?” I ask, curious and, in a way, still confused. “Far enough that we have to transform,” he replied. I felt his heart racing, perhaps out of regret for acting that way. I sighed, frustrated. Likewise, I could have been in a car, going to a safe place, but I was there, unprotected and far from my goal. “I'm sorry, I didn't think about it before; I didn't think about you. You can call him to come back if you want,” he said, indifferently. “I'm not going to do that, Lancelot. It was a little immature of you, but it's okay. I mean, you called me to run, right?” I asked rhetorically, smiling. He smiled back, defeated by my arguments. “I'm not going to complain about taking off these horrible clothes,” he said, already taking off Casper's T-shirt. “This stinks,” Lancelot said, throwing the shirt away. We went to the back of my yard, where the forest was. The memories of losing Jody were still vivid, as if it had happened that very day. I wondered if my children were okay. “Isn't it dangerous for you to change now?” I asked, worried. “I saw your worried look about being a medium wolf,” I mentioned. “I don't want to talk about it, Naomi. Please, let's go,” he asked me, reaching out his hand toward me. I accepted the gesture. In a few minutes, I left my house behind. My eyes closed as I saw more and more leaves in front of me. Branches brushed against my body, reminding me of the qualities of who I was. The medium wolf accompanied me on my side, but I had the impression that he was doing it on purpose. I thought about running faster, and so I did, picking up speed. It had been a while since I had run so much. With three children to raise and being a single mother, time was rare. Running alone was very lonely, and I didn't have time to meet other wolves. I loved the children, but they took over my whole life. At that moment, I felt bad for being happy to have time to run, even if it was because of their disappearance.
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The Price of a Second Chance 229 – Naomi
The sun had not yet fully risen when I heard the first sound. A dry snap, coming from the room. I stood up slowly, barefoot on the cold floor, my heart already filled with fear. For a moment, I thought it was a dream, but another came, and another, like bones settling in the wrong place. I knew. I ran.Lancelot was sitting on the edge of the bed, his body tilted forward, his hands glued to the sheets. His skin was pale, sweat running down his temples, and the air in the room seemed denser, warmer. When he raised his face, I saw the look. It was not human. Dilated pupil, golden pulsing under the brown."Lancelot," I called, keeping my voice calm.He took a deep breath, but the sound that came out was a husky trembling, as if the lungs did not remember their own rhythm. "I… feel it." The voice failed. "Here." Pointed to the chest, almost a desperate gesture. "He does not sleep, Naomi."I approached slowly, the ground creaking low. "You’re safe here. He won’t control you.""You don’t und
The Price of a Second Chance 228 – Naomi
I didn’t move for a while. The whole body seemed to be stuck, as if any movement could make the air collapse again. Casper had left, but his smell still permeated the house. I knew that if he had taken one more step, if he had insisted, he would have found Lancelot. And then nothing else would remain. The ground seemed to shake under my feet, not of fear but of the adrenaline that had not yet gone away. I had never seen him so calm. And it was worse. Furious Casper was predictable. Calm Casper was a disaster.I went to the window and looked out. His car was no longer there. The road, wet with fine drizzle, seemed longer than ever. I could almost see him driving, the cold expression, the discreet smile, the look already calculating the next step. He had not come here on impulse. He came because he wanted me to know that he knew. It was a warning. And now, the mere thought of opening the door made me feel like I was being watched. He could have left someone out there. He could be waitin
The Price of a Second Chance 227 – Naomi
I felt before I heard. The air changed.The coffee was still hot in the cup when the car stopped outside. No door clapping, only slow steps on the wood of the balcony. I took a deep breath. My heart started beating faster, but I knew I couldn’t run. I couldn’t show fear. Lancelot slept in the room, breathing heavily, his body still recovering. Three knocks. Non-violent, but firm enough to make the skin shudder. I opened the door before he did."Casper." He was there."Will you invite me in?" he asked.He could have said no. He could have closed the door and locked it, feigning force. But with Casper, denial was just a different way of giving in. I took a step back. He came in. His smell dominated the air. He looked around with an almost cruel slowness.I went to the table, trying to look busy. The coffee was still steaming. He watched my every move. "Do you want some?""No. I’ve already taken it."The subtext was clear. He already knew where I had been and what I had done. "Are you a
The Price of a Second Chance 226 – Casper
I always knew. From the beginning. They think they fool someone, but the problem of dealing with liars is that they believe their own stories. I don’t. I see what they’re trying to hide. Naomi’s silence, the way her phone was “unplugged” on the right night, and the blood disappearing in the forest perimeter. No one survives that ambush. No one, except an average wolf with enough stubbornness to challenge his own biology. Lancelot.I saw him almost die. I let him almost die. And yet he breathes. Naomi thinks she can hide him from me. This is what irritates me most: not the betrayal itself, but the presumption. She has always had this gift to think that love makes her invincible. But love is the most predictable of instincts.I heard from my men even before the body cooled on the forest floor. One of them appeared with a white face and a trembling voice. Said the wolf is gone. That there was blood, but no body. I could have killed him right there, just to maintain the hierarchy, but I f
The Price of a Second Chance 225 – Naomi
Lancelot woke up before me. I heard the sound of the tap, the noise of the coffee being passed, the kind of noise that a short time ago would have meant a normal morning. When I left the room, he was already dressed, dark shirt, folded sleeves, still wet hair. It looked like a man trying to remember how to live."Are you going out?" I asked, leaning on the door."I want to see the coffee." It sounded simple, but the look said something else. It was as if he needed to prove something, for me and himself. I felt my stomach tighten, but did not try to stop."I’ll go with you."He hesitated for a second, as if he wanted to argue, then gave in. "All right. Maybe it’s better."We went out together, the sun already high, the cold wind cutting through the air. On the way, he kept his hands in his pockets, his shoulders tense. The city looked the same, but nothing else was familiar to me. People walked fast, avoiding eye contact. Maybe it was just an impression. Or maybe not."You should have
The Price of a Second Chance 224 – Lancelot
The sun began to scratch the floor with orange, and Naomi slept with her face turned towards me, hair fallen by the pillow, a lock caught between her lips. There was a tranquility in it that I had not seen before. A simple, human beauty.Sat down slowly, careful not to wake her. The body still hurt, but the pain had shifted to a different location. It was no longer a reminder of the wolf. I got up, and each muscle responded slowly. The morning air was cold but good. I went to the kitchen, following the smell of coffee that was still left from the night before. My hands trembled a little when I held the bottle.The first cup fell almost in half, and I laughed alone. "You always sucked at coffee makers." Her voice came out sleepy and drawn and made my heart race. I turned around. Naomi was standing at the door, the blanket falling down her shoulders, her hair messed up in a way that looked like a work of art."And you always wake up when I try to do something right," I replied.She smi
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