chapter seven: The First Blood
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The forest just… stopped.
After they vanished back into the shadows, nothing moved. No breeze. No bugs. Nothing. Like the whole place was holding its breath, waiting to see if it was really over.
Isla was doing the same.
Everyone was hurting. The pack shuffled across the grass, dragging or carrying the ones who couldn’t manage on their own. People muttered — soft, worn-out words that didn’t quite reach anyone. A couple wolves were still pacing in fur, too restless to come back to skin. Others shifted and their hands shook so bad they could barely hold themselves together. No one said “we won.”
No one even pretended.
It didn’t feel like a win.
It felt like getting jumped in an alley and the other guy walking off whistling.
Damon planted himself right in the middle of the clearing, eyes locked on the trees like he could force whatever was out there to come back and finish it.
Isla felt it all crash down the second the fighting stopped. That first full shift had gutted her. Legs wobbly, arms like lead, fingers jumping even when she balled them into fists. But her wolf — God, her wolf was still bright and sharp behind her eyes.
Not tired. Not scared. Just… there.
“You should sit down,” Damon said. Didn’t even glance over.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re shaking like hell.”
“So are you.”
He finally looked.
Not scared shaking. Furious. The slow-burn kind he usually keeps locked down so tight you forget it’s even there — until it isn’t.
“They knew,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “Exactly where we’re thin. Exactly where we don’t see. Every damn weak spot.”
Isla’s head cleared for a second. “Someone told them.”
The sentence just sat there. Heavy.
His jaw ticked. “Watch it.”
“I’m just saying. You told me they watched us for weeks.”
He turned fully then. Eyes on hers. Not mad at her. Just… searching. Like he was trying to decide how much truth he could handle.
“You honestly believe one of my people would do that to me?”
“My parents believed in someone once,” she said, so quiet it almost disappeared. “They’re in the ground because of it.”
He didn’t answer. Couldn’t.
Old Rowan limped up, staff thumping the dirt, silver hair shining cold under the moon.
“You shifted,” he said. Looked at her like she’d grown a second head.
“Yeah.”
“Full?”
“Long enough.”
He nodded once, slow. “Color?”
“Silver,” Damon cut in.
Rowan’s gaze snapped sharper. “Rare doesn’t cover it.”
“I didn’t ask for it,” Isla said
“No one does,” Rowan answered. “But it asked for you.”
That sent ice straight through her ribs.
Damon jerked his head. “Double the patrols. No one alone. Go.”
They scattered. No questions.
But as they passed her, Isla felt the looks.
Not sorry-for-you.
Not what-the-hell-is-she.
Curious. A little awed, maybe.
And scared. Just a little.
Inside the hall it reeked — blood, smashed herbs, that sour edge of terror-sweat. She dropped to her knees next to this kid whose arm was hanging wrong, started wrapping it. Hands didn’t shake. Mind did.
“You moved so fast,” he whispered. “Like… unreal fast.”
“They did too,” she said. Soft.
He swallowed hard. “They’ll come back, won’t they?”
“Yeah.”
No sugar. No lies.
When the last bandage was tied and the worst of them were sleeping or pretending to, she slipped outside. Moon climbed higher. Air bit colder. Her breath puffed white.
Damon was over by the north edge, staring into nothing.
“Rest,” he said.
“You keep saying that like it’ll magically happen.”
“You keep acting like you’re bulletproof.”
She folded her arms. “You don’t get to order me around.”
His eyes went dark. “I’m your Alpha.”
The bond flared — hot, electric, alive.
But it didn’t choke her this time.
It just… noticed her. Really noticed.
“I’m not weak,” she said. Steady.
Quiet stretched so long she thought he’d leave it there.
“You surprised me tonight,” he finally said. Low.
“Happens a lot lately.”
One corner of his mouth twitched — almost a smile, gone before it landed.
“Don’t get cocky. Power makes people look at you different. Some of them stop seeing you at all.”
“I’ve been invisible my whole life,” she said. “This might be an upgrade.”
He watched her face in the moonlight. Long. Quiet.
“This wasn’t just payback, was it?” he asked.
She thought about it. “No.”
“Good.”
The word hit like a stone dropping into deep water.
“They were testing you,” he said. “How strong. How much control. That shift.”
“I know.”
“Now they go back and redraw the map.”
She drifted closer to the trees, staring at the spot Varek had been. “He looked… disappointed.”
Damon’s brows pulled together. “Disappointed?”
“Like I was supposed to be more. Like I let him down.”
That one hurt worse than any claw.
Damon stepped up beside her. Close. Not touching. But close enough his heat cut the chill.
“What’re you holding back?” he asked.
She picked at her sleeve. “My parents… they wrote stuff. About our blood. Not just alpha crap. Something older. Something they thought was gone.”
He didn’t push. Just waited.
“I thought maybe it was stories. Until tonight.”
“Until your wolf came out silver.”
“Yeah.”
Nothing for a minute. Just wind and their breathing.
A lone howl rolled in from far off. Clear. For now.
Damon exhaled through his nose. “Tomorrow you train. With the others.”
She blinked. “Like… what? A warrior?”
“Like Isla.”
She almost laughed — shocked. He looked almost as surprised as she felt.
“What if they push back?” she asked.
“They won’t.” Flat. Done.
The thing between them shifted again. Not softer. Steadier. Like two magnets finally lining up right.
“I’m not hiding who I am anymore,” she said.
“Good.”
Long beat.
Then quieter: “You didn’t hesitate. Not once. When you stepped out there.”
“I’ve been hesitating for ten years,” she told him.
“I’m over it.”
He gave one sharp nod.
“Then we don’t wait anymore.”
“War?” she asked.
“Whatever they’re scared you might be.”
The words hung there in the cold.
Inside her, the wolf didn’t tuck tail.
It uncoiled.
Eyes wide.
Ears forward.
Ready.
Blood was already drying on the grass.
But the real war wasn’t coming from the trees.
It was coming from inside — from secrets, from trust that might crack, from whatever truth her parents bled to protect.
And Isla was finished burying it with them
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