[Gabriel's POV] I was lost in a nice dream, enjoying a good sleep when suddenly I felt the shock of cold water splashing all over me. I opened my eyes and found myself face-to-face with three guards, each holding a weird stick-like object. I felt confused as I tried to understand what was happening. "Who are you?" one of the guards demanded, his voice sounding authoritative. I turned away, searching for my phone on the ground. Finally, I saw it and bent down to pick it up, but then one of the guards hit me hard on the head with his stick. "Hey, I'm talking to you!" the guard shouted, showing his anger. I instinctively touched the spot where I was hit, feeling the pain throbbing. "Why did you do that?" I asked, surprised and upset. The guard signaled to his companions, and they seemed determined. "This guy is tough. Grab him!" he ordered. Realizing the seriousness of the situation, I quickly grabbed my phone and made a run for the gate, barrelling through them. The guards, however,

[Gabriel's POV] I received a call shortly after the text message, instructing me to meet Jake at a specific cafe. It was a Monday morning, and I realized I had already missed a day of work since it was past nine. Hailing a taxi, I made my way to the cafe mentioned by Jake. The driver drove quickly and we arrived shortly. Stepping inside, I immediately spotted Jake sitting with some of his friends at a roundtable. There was an empty seat waiting for me. Approaching the table, I exchanged handshakes with everyone before taking my seat. Now a group of seven, all members of the pack, we were familiar with each other's presence. Jake, always the instigator, wasted no time in teasing me, saying, "You're a minute late, Gabriel." I responded with a frown, clearly displaying my typical dislike for Jake. It was no secret that I couldn't stand him, but Jake seemed to take pleasure in provoking me nonetheless. As our eyes locked in a tense moment, Jake suddenly burst into laughter, remarking to

[Rachel's POV]Gabriel and I had been calling and texting each other throughout the day. He had asked if I could hang out with him later in the evening, and I accepted wholeheartedly. It felt like we were already dating, even though he hadn't officially proposed yet. The past two days had been filled with excitement and anticipation.As the hours passed at work, I lost track of time. It wasn't until I glanced at the clock and saw that it was already 4 PM that I realized how late it had gotten. I hurriedly finished my tasks and headed home, eager to spend some time with my family before meeting Gabriel.In the back of my mind, I hoped that the full moon wouldn't make an appearance that evening. Thankfully, it seemed like my prayers had been answered as the moon was nowhere to be seen in the sky.I arrived at the location where Gabriel had invited me, and finding him was no difficult task. His presence always seemed to light up the surroundings. He took me to the virtual reality game ce

[Rachel's POV]For the first time in months, I found myself on the training grounds, sprinting across the field and effortlessly leaping over the stakes. A sense of liberation washed over me. These training sessions were a regular thing for the pack, but I never bothered to attend. I had no interest in developing the muscular physique that some of the other females proudly displayed. Instead, I relished in my perfect curves and my human-like appearance, which made me stand out.Lately, I had been spending more time with Gabriel, often staying out late into the night. My father, the pack leader, had noticed my absence and asked me to prioritize pack matters over my growing affinity for human activities. I knew I had to be cautious and avoid attracting attention. Despite my longing to be with Gabriel, I found ways to keep him from visiting the pack's mansion or accompanying me home whenever we met. It was a delicate balance that I did my best to maintain.Still, I couldn't understand wh

[Gabriel's POV]I stepped out of the cab, paying the driver quickly, my senses on high alert. The atmosphere was tense, filled with the sound of people screaming and fleeing from the restaurant. My eyes scanned the building, the shattered glass windows providing a glimpse of the lycan within. Anger coursed through me, fueled by the primal instinct to protect.I fought to control my transformation, to keep it at bay as I moved swiftly, avoiding the panicked crowd. Every second counted, and I couldn't afford to waste any more time. Pushing through the chaos, I made my way towards the entrance of the restaurant, my steps purposeful and swift.As I finally crossed the threshold into the building, my lycan nature could no longer be restrained. The transformation overcame me, my body shifting and contorting, muscles bulging, as I embraced my true form. The sensation was both exhilarating and terrifying, an embodiment of raw power and primal instinct.Engulfed in the frenzy of battle, my foc