CHAPTER 4: The Hollow Hunts
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Inside The Hollow’s lair, the cold steel of the interrogation room glinted under the harsh, fluorescent lights. Cade stood across from the captured wolf, his dark eyes narrowing as he stared down at the prisoner. The wolf, bloodied and bruised, barely raised his head from where he sat shackled to the chair.
Cade’s lips curled into a smirk. "Tell me everything you know about Naomi Carter," he said, his voice smooth but laced with a deadly edge.
The wolf lifted his head slightly, a strange gleam in his eye. "She’s waking up," he muttered, his voice thick with defiance. "You’re already too late."
Cade’s jaw tightened. "I don’t believe you," he snapped, stepping closer, leaning in. "She’s just another human—nothing more. But her blood—" His words trailed off as he moved away, his fingers drumming on the table, trying to keep his composure. "Tell me where she is."
The prisoner chuckled softly, a low, almost knowing sound. "You’ll find her. She’s not hiding anymore."
Cade’s patience snapped. "Tell me now!" he roared, slamming his hand down on the table. The wolf winced but didn't break.
But then, the truth came—whether Cade wanted it or not. "She’s already started the awakening. And you—" The wolf’s grin deepened. "You’ll see her power soon enough."
Cade growled in frustration, spinning on his heel and leaving the room, the door slamming shut behind him. As his footsteps echoed down the hallway, his mind raced. Naomi Carter, the daughter of a traitor, the last of the Luna bloodline… the woman who would change everything.
Back in the forest, Naomi felt a wave of heat rush over her as she adjusted to the new sensations coursing through her body. She didn’t know how much time had passed since she woke up, but everything felt different. The trees seemed taller, the air fresher, the world sharper. Every leaf that rustled in the breeze sounded like a symphony to her heightened senses. The scent of pine and wildflowers filled her lungs, but it was the undercurrent of something darker that made her blood run cold—the unmistakable scent of wolves. Her heartbeat quickened.
She turned, only to find Elias standing behind her, his eyes dark with concern.
"You okay?" His voice was cautious, as though he expected her to run.
Naomi swallowed hard, her eyes scanning the trees as she struggled to contain the newfound power pulsing through her veins. "I don’t know," she muttered, frustration rising. "Everything's… too much."
Elias took a step closer, his posture tense. "It’s normal. You’re going through the first shift. The training is going to be hard, but you’ll get control."
Her breath hitched as a sudden image flashed in her mind. Wolves—dozens of them—surrounded her. Their golden eyes gleamed in the shadows, hunting her. But it was a memory, or was it a vision of the future?
"What do you mean by training?" Naomi asked, forcing herself to look away from the darkness that seemed to be closing in on her thoughts.
Before Elias could answer, a sudden rustle from the underbrush snapped both of their attention toward the clearing ahead. A young woman, barely older than Naomi herself stepped out from behind a cluster of bushes. Her hair was a wild, tangled mess of dark curls, and her eyes, though sharp and fierce, held a spark of curiosity.
"I’m Maya," the woman said, her voice steady but carrying the unmistakable confidence of someone used to commanding respect. "I’m from the Silver Fang Pack. Elias said you needed help with the shift."
Naomi glanced over at Elias, who nodded slightly. "Maya is a warrior from another pack. She knows what you’re about to go through."
Naomi didn’t trust herself to speak, so she simply nodded in acknowledgment. Maya wasted no time, her tone commanding as she began instructing Naomi.
"First rule: Control is everything. If you lose it, you’ll hurt people. You understand?" Maya’s gaze was piercing, and Naomi could feel the weight of the woman’s words.
"I understand," Naomi answered, her voice tight.
"Good," Maya said, her eyes narrowing in approval. "Now, we start with the basics." She stepped back, and with a fluid motion, she shifted into her wolf form—a sleek, silver-gray beast that exuded raw power and grace.
Naomi’s breath caught. She’d seen wolves in her dreams, but nothing like this. The beast before her was alive with a kind of majesty she hadn’t expected. "I... I can’t do that," Naomi whispered, her heart racing at the thought.
"You can. You have to," Maya said. "Your body is changing, Naomi. This is your new reality." Maya’s wolf circled Naomi, her movements fluid, eyes locked on her, waiting for Naomi to make the first move.
Naomi took a deep breath and focused on Maya’s words. She could feel it—the pull in her chest, the gnawing hunger of something inside her urging her to embrace this. The forest called to her, the wind against her skin, the scent of the earth beneath her feet. She closed her eyes, letting it all flood her senses.
And then it happened. Pain. Agony, really. She couldn’t stop the roar that escaped her throat as her body began to twist and contort, her muscles bulging and her bones reshaping. Her hands clenched into claws, her face elongated, teeth grinding against one another.
"Hold it together!" Maya’s voice was urgent.
But it was too late. Naomi collapsed to her knees as the shift tore through her, and in that moment, she felt the raw, untamed power of the wolf inside her. Her mind screamed for release, but her body was no longer hers. It was a wild, untamed thing, and it was too much.
"Maya, I didn’t mean to!" Naomi gasped as she backed away, horrified at the damage she had caused. Her claws had slashed across Maya’s shoulder, leaving a long gash.
Maya, for all her strength, staggered but didn’t fall. She growled in pain, but there was no anger in her eyes—only understanding. "You’ve got to focus, Naomi. You have the power, but you need control. If you don’t learn, you’ll hurt someone else."
Naomi collapsed to the ground, her breath ragged, her body shuddering as the wolf receded, leaving her trembling and exhausted. "I—I can’t control it. I can’t."
"You will," Elias said quietly, his voice softer now, full of compassion. He knelt beside her. "You have to."
Naomi shook her head. "You lied to me. You said I could handle this. But I can’t. I don’t want this."
Elias sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Naomi, you don’t understand. Your blood… it can either save us all or destroy us. This power—" He stopped, his gaze darkening. "You are more than just human. You’re the last of the Luna bloodline. What you do with it will decide everything."
Her heart pounded in her chest, the weight of his words sinking in. "You’re using me," she spat. "All this time, you’ve been using me to get what you want."
Elias’s jaw clenched, and before she could say another word, he kissed her. It was fierce, desperate, a claim of some kind—a promise. She froze at first, but then, for reasons she couldn’t explain, she didn’t stop him.
When they finally pulled apart, he breathed heavily. "I’m not using you, Naomi. But I can’t lie to you either. You’re the key to everything, and I can’t do this without you."
Naomi stared at him, her emotions torn. She didn’t want to care, didn’t want to feel the pull between them, but it was undeniable.
Just then, the sharp c***k of a distant rifle shot broke the silence.
Elias’s body stiffened. "No," he growled. "They found us."
A second shot rang out, and Naomi felt the breeze as the bullet whizzed past her, tearing through the trees.
"Sniper," Elias snarled, his eyes burning with fury. "We need to move. Now."
Before Naomi could respond, Elias grabbed her arm and tugged her toward the cover of the trees.
"Come on," he muttered, urgency in his voice. "We’re not safe here anymore.”
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