Alle Kapitel von I swear he is a Werewolf : Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

The rain wasn't gentle in Blackmoor; it felt more like an assault. It pounded against Kaelira's worn-out sedan's windshield in aggressive, rhythmic waves, transforming the world outside into a blurry mix of dark grays and deep purples.Kaelira clutched the steering wheel tightly until her knuckles turned pale. She despised this road. Blackmoor Road wound its way through the valley, surrounded by ancient oak trees with twisted branches resembling skeletal fingers reaching for the sky. Although she tried to convince herself it was just exhaustion from studying for her organic chemistry midterm three nights in a row, there was an eerie heaviness in the air tonight, an electric tension that made the hairs on her arms stand on end."Only five more miles, Kae," she murmured to herself, her voice barely audible over the storm's roar. "Five miles until a hot shower and a bed that doesn't smell like formaldehyde."Despite adjusting the defroster, the windshield remained fogged up. Suddenly, th

The scratches on the windowsill didn't vanish with the morning sun. If anything, the harsh, unapologetic light of day made them look more violent—three jagged gashes in the solid oak that mocked Kaelira’s attempt to find a "rational" explanation.She spent the next forty-eight hours in a fugue state. To her professors, she was the diligent Kaelira, her nose buried in Lehninger Principles of Biochemistry. But beneath the surface, she was a woman drowning in a sea of impossibility. Every time she closed her eyes, she didn't see chemical structures; she saw the silver flash of fur and the heavy, muscular grace of the man who called himself Zayden.That night, the exhaustion finally won. Kaelira collapsed into bed, her mind heavy with the scent of pine that seemed to have permeated her very pillows.The dream didn't start like a dream. It started with a sensation.Cold. Wet. Primal.She wasn't lying in her twin-XL dorm bed. She was standing on the forest floor, her bare feet sinking into

Logic was a fragile glasshouse, and Zayden had just thrown a boulder through the front window.Kaelira sat in the silence of the now-empty student lounge, staring at her finger. The silver crescent scar mocked her. It shouldn't be there. Skin didn't knit itself back together in seconds unless you were a salamander or... something else."I am not a lab rat," she whispered, her voice trembling with a sudden, sharp fury. "And I am not a prize."She didn't go back to her dorm. She didn't call the police. She knew, with a bone-deep certainty, that if she didn't find the truth tonight, the truth would eventually hunt her down and tear her throat out.She grabbed her jacket and followed the scent. It was easier than it should have been. The air outside the university was damp, and the smell of Zayden—that intoxicating mix of ozone and ancient pine—was a physical trail in the fog. It led away from the paved paths, away from the safety of the streetlights, and straight into the throat of the B

The transition from the wild, pheromone-soaked air of the forest to the cold, oppressive stone of the Blackmoor Manor was enough to give Kaelira whiplash. The manor was a sprawling, gothic fortress hidden deep within the mountain's shadow, shielded by more than just ivy and iron—it was shielded by a silence that felt heavy with centuries of secrets.Zayden walked beside her, his jaw set so tightly it looked like marble. He had donned a clean black shirt, but the raw, predatory energy he’d displayed in the forest still hummed beneath his skin."Don't speak unless I tell you," he whispered, his hand momentarily brushing against her lower back. The heat of his palm through her denim jacket was a tether to reality. "The Council doesn't see humans as people. They see them as variables. Risks. And right now, Kaelira, you are the biggest risk this pack has faced in generations.""I thought you were the Alpha," Kaelira whispered back, her heels clicking nervously on the flagstone floor. "Don'

The silence of the cabin was no longer a sanctuary; it was a cage. I stood by the reinforced glass, my breath fogging the pane as I watched the treeline where Zayden had vanished. My body felt like a live wire, humming with a frequency I couldn’t tune out. It wasn't just adrenaline. It was something deeper, a magnetic pull that made my very marrow ache.I turned back to the cedar table, my eyes locking onto that dark, dried word: SOON.Panic flared, sharp and cold, but it was quickly swallowed by a surge of heat that started at the base of my spine. I walked to the table, my fingers trembling as I reached out to touch the blood. The moment my skin made contact, a jolt of electricity snapped through me.Images flashed behind my eyes—not my own memories, but his. I saw the forest through a lens of gold; I felt the crushing weight of a crown I never asked for; I felt a loneliness so vast it could swallow the moon. And then, I felt her. I felt the moment Zayden had seen me on the road, th