Chapter 5: The Awakening
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Alina’s POV
I didn’t scream.
I couldn’t.
Everything was happening too fast.
Jaxon’s body twisted and tore, shifting into something otherworldly—massive, dark, dangerous. A wolf unlike anything I’d ever seen. Fur like shadows, eyes like fire.
And yet, somehow… I wasn’t afraid.
Not even when the other creature leapt from the trees.
Jaxon lunged first, colliding midair with the beast in a snarl of fur and fury. I stumbled back, heart crashing against my ribs. The air was thick with growls and snapping jaws.
But what terrified me most… was the strange heat building in my chest.
I couldn’t look away from the fight, but my body—my blood—was reacting. My skin felt like it was pulsing, glowing faintly beneath the surface. And my wrist—where the mark had appeared—began to burn again.
I dropped to my knees.
Flashes—images I couldn’t explain—rushed through my mind: a forest under a blood moon, a circle of wolves, and me standing at the center… glowing.
What was happening to me?
The fight ended in seconds. Jaxon’s opponent whimpered and fled, dragging its shredded body into the woods. But Jaxon didn’t shift back. He turned to me in full wolf form—eyes wild, teeth bared.
I took a shaky step toward him.
And that’s when it happened.
A pulse shot out from my chest—blinding and silver—and slammed into him like a wave.
He was thrown back, crashing into a tree so hard it cracked down the middle.
I gasped, horrified. “Jaxon?”
The glow faded from my body… but not from my soul. Something inside me had awakened. Something ancient.
He shifted back, breathing hard, eyes locked on mine.
“What… what did you do?” he whispered, crawling toward me.
“I don’t know,” I said, shaking. “I didn’t mean to—”
He reached for my wrist, the mark now blazing like fire.
“You’re not just my mate,” he said hoarsely.
“You’re something more.”
Before I could speak, a howl pierced the night—low and commanding. Then a voice echoed from the shadows:
“She’s awakened the Bloodline. The Alpha Council must be summoned.”
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