Wolfblood

The sea breeze carried the familiar smell of salt and dried fish as Kim Dickson locked the small wooden door of their cottage. It was still early, the sun just beginning to paint the sky in soft orange and pink but she had been up for hours already. She made herbal drinks, changed bandages, and made sure every patient at the small seaside clinic had what they needed before she even thought of going home. She adjusted the strap of her worn bag, her simple dress swaying gently as she walked along the narrow, stony path that ran through Azure Cove Village.

At twenty-two, Kim had known nothing but hard work her whole life. Her parents passed away when she was young, leaving her to take care of her younger brother and get by however she could. She worked part-time keeping records for the village shop and helped at the clinic whenever they were short of people. She had no nice clothes, no expensive jewelry, and no rich friends but she had a kind heart, sharp eyes, and courage that never faded, no matter how hard things got.

She was so busy counting the coins in her pocket just enough to buy rice and medicine for her brother that she hardly noticed the shiny black car stopped just ahead. The driver stepped out quickly, opening the back door carefully, and that was when Kim saw him.

Rafael Sterling sat by the window, looking out at the wide sea beyond the glass. He was everything she was not wearing a fine suit that looked like it cost more than everything she owned put together, his dark hair neat, his face handsome but carrying a quiet, heavy sadness that made her chest ache. He looked like a statue made of cold stone untouchable, and so very alone.

When his eyes met hers, something changed. For a moment, all noise around them faded the calls of fishermen, barking dogs, the soft sound of waves hitting the shore. He did not look away, nor did he smile or frown. He just looked at her, as if he had waited a long time to see someone who did not look at him with greed or judgment.

“I… I am sorry,” Kim said nervously, stepping aside. “I did not mean to block your way.”

Rafael said nothing. He only nodded slowly, his eyes staying on her a little longer than usual, before he leaned forward and winced as he moved. His helper whispered something softly, but Kim already saw it how his hand held tight to the seat, how he bit his lip just to hide his pain.

Without thinking, she stepped closer. “Wait if you are hurting, there is a clinic just a few steps away. I can help you, or call the doctor.”

The driver moved to stop her, but Rafael raised one hand to stop him. His voice was low, soft, but tired. “You do not need to worry about me, Miss. I am fine.”

“You do not look fine,” Kim said gently, standing firm. “And here, no one turns away someone who needs help no matter who they are.”

For the first time, a small, surprised look crossed his face. He looked at her carefully her rough hands, her clean simple clothes, the real care in her eyes. No one had spoken to him like that in years. No one had looked at him and seen a man, instead of a name, an heir, or something broken people only talked about behind his back.

“Very well,” he said quietly. “Just for a moment.”

Inside the small clinic, Kim moved with calm, sure hands. She checked his pulse, asked simple questions, and placed a warm cloth over his sore muscles. She did not ask who he was. She did not speak of the rumors that had reached even this quiet place that the only son of the powerful Sterling family was broken, that he could not do what an heir should, that he was nothing more than a pretty thing to be hidden away.

“You carry something very heavy,” she said softly, fixing the cloth. “More than just pain in your body.”

Rafael stiffened, then let out a long breath he seemed to have held for years. “How can you tell?”

“Because I have carried heavy things too,” Kim answered simply. “And I know that quiet hurts are often the hardest to bear.”

When he stood to leave, he pulled a thick envelope from his pocket and held it out. “For your help.”

Kim did not take it. She shook her head gently. “I did not help you for money. I helped you because you needed it.”

He looked at the envelope, then back at her and for the first time, the cold wall around him broke a little. “What is your name?”

“Kim. Kim Dickson.”

“Thank you, Kim Dickson.” He walked toward the car, then stopped and turned back. “I will be here for some time. I hope… I truly hope I may see you again.”

Before she could answer, the car moved away and turned around the bend. Kim stood there long after it was gone, hand over her chest, heart beating fast and strange. She did not know then that this one meeting would change everything that it would wake old secrets, cruel lies, and a love so strong it would shake the great house on the hill and all the power that came with it.

High up inside that big stone house covered in ivy, Damien Sterling watched the empty road below. His smile was cold and sharp.

Enjoy your little joy while it lasts, brother, he thought. It will only make your fall hurt more. And everything that is yours… will soon be mine.

To be continued...

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