All Chapters of REBIRTH OF THE STORMWOLF: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I was at the out of the Redmoon pack, heading towards the market, dazed by my discovery, when I felt something inside me change, which was strange. The air was cool and fragrant with pine, but there was wrongness beneath it, a sour kick that made the fine hairs on my arms rise. I froze mid-step; something was out there lurking in the dark. The woods have their rhythm: crickets, the rustle of leaves, and the distant hoots of an owl, but tonight that rhythm faltered. Like the night animals were all holding their breath. A low crunching came from my right; I turned slowly, my eyes scanning the darkness. "Who's there?" I called, my voice sharper than I intended. The response I got was a deafening silence, then a flicker of movement, too fast for common eyes, but my heightened senses caught it. I caught the shape of a figure cloaked in shadows gliding between the trees. I stepped forward, heat surging in my palms, "Show yourself."A whisper of air brushed my ear, but not alone, and

The scent was everywhere; the smell of pine was crisp and sharp, evergreen, like when I smelled it last night when my wolf returned. It was overwhelming, but with the mixture of sandalwood, it was warm, rich, and subtle in a good kind of way. It haunted me all through the night; it clung onto the air like a promise I couldn't outrun. No matter how tightly I wrapped the duvet around me, no matter how I pressed my face into the pillow, that scent slipped in through the cracks and messed with my thoughts, driving me to the edge. It had begun last night, the moment my wolf clawed back into me, violent, glorious, and whole, and brought with it a strange scent, and that drives me insane. I was thinking of ways to get a hold of myself when a gentle knock on the door startled me. Before I could answer the door, it was already open with Kristen standing outside and a woman in her fifties carrying a tray of food standing behind him.The scent from earlier suddenly became dominant, almost

The mate bond was a curse. That was the only explanation I could cling to as I pressed my back against the cool wood of my bedroom door, chest rising and falling too fast. My heart was beating like some wild animal trying to escape its cage. My hand trembled where it clutched the knob. As though I could lock him out of my thoughts, my veins, my very soul, but it was indeed useless; even here alone in the dimness, I could still feel him. His presence burned inside me like embers, refusing to die out, whispering that he was near and that he was mine. And that was exactly why I had to leave. I'd been a fool to think I would stay here, trapped inside his pack, surrounded by his walls, suffocated by his power. Every single time he looked at me, I felt my resolve fracture.Every time his hand brushed mine, even in anger, even in control, it set something loose inside me that I couldn't cage again. And tonight when I stumbled into him, when his arms caught me, as though the universe it

I have not been myself ever since the night I visited that woman; her words still clung to my mind like a shadow. Curling around my heart with whispers I wished I could forget. The worst was what I said to Kristen. I had always thought that the ordeal I went through at the hands of Damon had toughened me up, but I was wrong. I was weak, and I hated myself for it. Ever since that night I have been avoiding him, like my life depended on it. If he walked into the room, I would find an excuse to leave; if his gaze lingered across the training ground, I would turn away before it could settle on me. If he walked into the dining hall, I'd excuse myself before he sat. And if he comes searching for me, I hide behind excuses, claiming fatigue or chores. But the longer I avoided him, the more suffocating it became. By the third evening, the wall of my room was pressing in on me like a cage. I found myself pacing the room, restless energy coursing through my veins. The air in the room wa

The dining hall smelled of roasted venison when I stepped in, but the food was the least of my concerns. I looked around in search of her, but she was nowhere to be found.As usual, she was hiding away in her room; I guess she is still playing the avoiding game. I turned back, about to leave, when I stumbled into Narvia; she was her usual self, all smiles. "Where are you off to?" "Training ground, not hungry," I said and turned to leave. "You don't ever change, broody." Looping her hand on mine, she dragged me into the dining hall. I didn't bother fighting it, knowing Narvia well; fighting it would only make things worse, and I am in no mood for her games. I took a seat in the chair reserved for the alpha while she sat beside me. I took the first and second bites and was about to take the third bite when I felt her presence through the mate bond. I snapped my head up to the door, and there she was. She looked way more beautiful than I had even realized. Every muscle in my body