The Marble Wolf Prophecy의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

In the car for what should be just another boring car ride. Some days, I'm just as glad that I can't drive or at least drive properly. As I still only have my learners even after a year of having it.As I sat in the passenger seat with a pen and my trusty notebook on my lap, which wasn't unusual for me to do. It depended more on whether words appeared on the page or not. Now there was the million-dollar question.“Don’t forget, tonight is the pack bonfire.” Grandmother said.“Yeah, I know,” I said as I drummed my pen on the notebook, not that anyone had noticed, not even my grandmother, that it was my 18th birthday, not that I cared. It was safer for everyone if I just slipped away and shifted for the first time by myself.I'd been planning this for weeks, I mean, how could I not? It's not like I could just ignore what was coming. Everyone in my family knew what turning eighteen meant for our kind. The first shift. Most of the pack celebrated it like some bizarre supernatural quinceañ

Her eyes flashed, a hint of wolf showing through. "That boy has been trying to make amends for years, Imogen. You're the one who won't give him the chance.""Because I don't owe him forgiveness!" The words burst out of me, louder than I meant them to be. "I don't owe any of them anything."Grandmother studied me for a long moment. "No," she finally said. "You don't. But…”I cut her off, “No buts, and I’m done with all three of them.”Grandmother stood up slowly, her movements carrying that particular weight that meant she was about to say something I didn't want to hear."Fine," she said, smoothing down her skirt. "But I won't apologise for caring about your safety."After she left, I flopped onto my bed and stared at the ceiling. The afternoon light streaming through my window had that golden quality that meant sunset was getting closer. My stomach churned with a mixture of anticipation and dread.I pulled out my phone and checked the time. Four-thirty. The bonfire would start at six

Alpha Williams's smile didn't waver, but his eyes hardened. "It's not about what you want, Imogen. It's about what's best for the pack. For your safety."I felt trapped, cornered. Kyle was watching me from across the fire, his face half in shadow. Was this his plan all along? To force his way into my most vulnerable moment?"Excuse me," I mumbled, turning away. "I need some air."I pushed through the crowd, ignoring the whispers that followed me. The woods beckoned, dark and full of promise. I could run now. Change my plans. Find somewhere else to shift.But they'd follow me. They'd track me down.I made it to the edge of the trees before the tears started falling, hot and angry, “No one wants me here, not even my own grandmother, so just leave me alone. In six years, no one until gave a damn about my birthday until today, or they humiliated me for writing to my late parents. I was taken in, but I have always been an outsider in this pack. Besides, it was my pack's tradition to do it

My hands began to tingle, then burn. I looked down and watched in fascination and terror as my fingers elongated, nails darkening and sharpening into claws. The sight should have been horrifying, but instead I felt a strange sense of rightness, like pieces of a puzzle finally clicking into place."That's it," Kyle murmured. "Let it happen. Don't fight it."Easy for him to say. Every instinct I had was screaming at me to resist this transformation, to stay human, to stay safe. But my body had other plans. My jaw ached as my teeth shifted and sharpened. My hearing became impossibly acute; I could hear Kyle's heartbeat, steady and reassuring beside my own frantic rhythm.The world exploded into scent. I could smell everything: the rich loam beneath my hands, the sap in the trees, the lingering smoke from the bonfire miles away. And Kyle, pine and earth and something uniquely him that made my emerging wolf whine with recognition."Almost there," he said softly. "You're doing great, Imogen

The moment my nose touched his skin, electricity shot through me. The mating bond flared to life, bright and undeniable. I jerked back with a startled yip, but the damage was done. I could feel him now, his emotions bleeding into mine through the connection. Worry. Hope. Longing. And underneath it all, a fierce protectiveness that made my wolf want to lean into his touch. "There," he said softly. "You feel it now, don't you?" I did. Goddess help me, I did.I nodded my wolf head once, a jerky movement that felt awkward in this form. The bond pulsed between us, warm and terrifying and completely unwelcome. This wasn't how I'd imagined my eighteenth birthday going. Hell, this wasn't how I'd imagined my entire life going. Kyle's face softened with something that looked dangerously close to relief. "We don't have to talk about it now. You're probably exhausted." I was. The shift had drained me more than I'd expected, and the emotional upheaval of discovering my mates, *mates*, plural,