Wolf Eyes Watching
710 Words
The forest didn’t sleep after the blood moon fell.
Even as Kael’s car cut through the backroads, Lyra felt eyes on her—sharp, golden, unblinking. Wolves were good hunters, but packs? Packs were relentless.
She wrapped her arms around herself, still trembling from the power that ripped out of her in the clearing. She’d forced an entire pack to bow without touching a single one. Alpha Rowan included.
“Stop thinking about it,” Kael muttered, eyes locked on the road.
“Thinking about what?” she shot back.
“You’re glowing.”
She blinked, glancing at her hands.
Sure enough—faint, iridescent shimmer dusted her skin, like moonlight trapped in water.
“I hate this,” she whispered.
“No,” Kael said, soft but sharp. “You hate losing control. That’s different.”
She glared at him. “Don’t pretend you understand.”
“I understand better than you think.”
His jaw clenched, fingers tightening on the wheel as if wrestling with something invisible.
“I know what it’s like,” he continued, “to become the thing that terrifies you.”
Before she could answer, something slammed onto the roof of the car.
Lyra screamed. Kael jerked the wheel. The whole vehicle skidded sideways on the wet pavement.
A massive shadow crouched on the roof—
claws scraping metal—
growl rumbling through the doors like thunder under their skin.
“Rowan?” Lyra whispered.
Kael’s eyes flickered with something she almost mistook for rage. “No. This one smells younger.”
The wolf struck again, denting the roof.
Kael slammed on the brakes.
The creature went flying over the hood, skidding across the asphalt. Before Lyra could blink, it shifted—bones snapping, fur folding into skin—and a man rose to his feet.
Barefoot. Shirtless. Muscles rippling like carved iron.
His eyes glowed the bright, dangerous gold of a wolf on the hunt.
“Who the hell—” Lyra began.
Kael stepped in front of her, voice like ice breaking.
“Dorian.”
The man grinned, fangs just a little too sharp.
“Miss me, Draven?”
Kael didn’t blink. “I should’ve killed you when I had the chance.”
“Funny,” Dorian said, rolling his shoulders. “Rowan said the same thing.”
Lyra stepped forward. “Why are you following us?”
His gaze snapped to her—hungry, curious, reverent.
“You,” he murmured, voice thick. “You made an alpha submit. You broke the call. You’re… impossible.”
He inhaled deeply, like he was trying to breathe her in.
Kael moved so fast Lyra barely saw the blur—
his hand slammed into Dorian’s chest, pinning him to the ground.
“Watch your tone,” Kael hissed.
Dorian laughed—low, taunting. “Getting protective, vampire? Careful. Wolves mate for life. You don’t.”
Lyra’s stomach flipped. “MATE? Nobody’s mating anything. Back up.”
Kael’s jaw ticked. “We’re leaving.”
“No.” Dorian shoved Kael off easily and rose with predator grace. “Rowan wants her alive. The Court wants her dead. And I—”
He pointed to Lyra, golden eyes burning.
“—want to see what else your song can do.”
A chill rolled down Lyra’s spine.
Kael stepped between them again, voice dark enough to make the trees tremble.
“You’re not touching her.”
“Not yet,” Dorian smirked.
His body twisted—fur exploding, claws forming—and he vanished into the woods, faster than her eyes could track.
Silence swallowed the road.
Lyra exhaled shakily. “What was that?”
Kael finally turned toward her, face shadowed by moonlight and fury.
“That,” he said, “was a warning.”
“From Rowan?”
“No.”
Kael looked into the trees where Dorian disappeared.
“A warning from the wolves,” he said quietly.
“They’re not just following you.”
Lyra swallowed. “Then what?”
Kael stepped closer, eyes glinting like nightglass.
“They’re hunting you.”
A shiver ran down her spine—because deep in the darkness, far beyond the trees, she felt the truth of his words:
Wolves weren’t just watching.
They were choosing.
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