Zane From Aphmau Novels & Stories

"Take it down! Quit causing trouble!" Damon's gang of cronies instantly jumped in to swarm me with comments and insults. As I sat there sipping my water and watching them lose their minds, I couldn't feel any better. Finally, I set my phone down and turned to the he-wolf beside me. "Is it true that you're… Zane Duskbane?" Wearing a cap and mask, Zane was dressed in black from head to toe, which completely covered every inch of his skin. He nodded at my question.

Zane whispered in my ear, his breath warm against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. The world seemed to blur as I processed his words. He wanted me to play along. It was all a show. Just for the hospital. Just for the humans. But when Dr. Franklin started floundering, unsure how to respond, Zane’s dark gaze fixed on her. He addressed her coolly, his voice sharp as a blade. "Are you aware of the donations my Blake family has contributed to this hospital?" Zane asked, his voice low and measured, like a predator sensing weakness.

“I sent eyes. Zara sent theatre. Learn the difference if you want to live next to him.” Zane’s hand found my wrist. Not tight. A count. One. Two. “You do not collect anything on this asphalt,” Zane said. “You want a table, you send a time that is not my fight night. You put a hand near that hospital again and I open every file I have left, including the ones with your stamp.” Harlan almost looked pleased. “There. The boy still has a spine. I was worried the fat girl had sat on it.” My palm itched. Zane’s fingers squeezed once. Not now.

Zane had lost almost 5 kilograms from the last time she saw him. Blaze busted out laughing, Zane was caught red handed. “Peer pressure, Doc” Zane accused, looking at Big G while Blaze and Tresh started laughing uncontrollable. They had guessed that Amaya would recognise the cannabis and would not approve but Zane had insisted that he knew how to handle her but now it seemed his strategy was to blame everything on Big G. “Blame that on me and I will kill you!” Big G threatened. “See what I mean Doc, Big G is even threatening me in my own house” Zane responded with a sulking tone acting all wronged.

Aurora's POV Zane let out a hiss as I applied methylated spirit to the deep gash on his back. “Easy,” He grunted out, feeling the burn on his skin. At this point I was trying to hide the tears in my eyes from him. He's going through all of this because of me. It was all my fault. Words couldn't explain the guilt I felt. Kaizen and Zane fought so viciously that I thought they were going to kill each other. They had ripped each other apart and created multiple bruises on their body. The fight would have continued if the warriors hadn't intervened and pulled them apart.

Zane sits in a corner booth, two glasses waiting. He doesn't ask questions. He just pushes a glass toward me. For two hours, I let the alcohol numb my insides. I drink until the image of Sandy’s hands on Jamie begins to blur. Until the sting of Luca’s silence is only a dull ache. "You deserve to know everything,", Zane says. His voice drops to a whisper. It’s thick. Dark. It’s scary. "About why I really followed you back. Why I’ve been following these past few months"

I rammed into Gamma James with enough strength to shove him away and catch Zane, sitting on the ground with him. I pressed my trembling hands to his wound, trying to stop the blood. It kept coming. “Please help me. Zane needs to stay alive,” I choked out. “It's no use. The blade was poisoned. He's going to die.” Zane wheezed, his face contorted in agony. His blood-soaked hand reached out to touch my cheek, stared at me, his lips moved, and the words poured out softly from his mouth. “I'm sorry.” His hand fell back down, and he took one last gasp, then he went still.

He turns off the engine, and the silence of the North Shore night swallows us whole. "It’s the trauma, Zia," he says, reaching out to brush a tear off my cheek. "It’s like a lighthouse. It’s the brightest, most painful thing in your mind, so it’s the first thing you see when the fog starts to lift. But the rest... the good years, the quiet mornings, the 'us' part..." He looks at the clock on the dashboard. It’s nearly 11:00 PM on the night of Day 6.

It was a chilling display of power, a stark reminder of the depths of evil that could lurk within those entrusted with authority. The flashback dissolved as I heard a soft knock on the door, returning me to the present. I opened my eyes to find Lynn, one of our trusted team members, standing before me. Her presence pulled me away from the abyss of my memories, grounding me in the reality of our mission. "Lynn," I muttered, my voice tinged with gratitude and detachment. "What is it?" She took a deep breath, her eyes filled with concern and urgency. "Aaron, I've been digging into Zea's past and uncovered some unsettling information. We need to talk."

“That doesn’t make sense, Harley. You shouldn’t be able to hear them from that far away, you’re human, remember?.” I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “I know, but I heard them, Shane. I don’t know how, but… I think it’s a part of whatever’s happening to me. I think I… I have powers.” AUTHORS POV Shane’s eyes widened, a flicker of surprise mingling with awe. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, his expression shifted, his eyes unfocusing as if he was hearing something deep within himself. Shane. A voice echoed in his mind, powerful and familiar. She’s telling the truth. We’re lucky.