Chapter Thirteen: Shadows of Obsession
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The forest still burned in my memory as Kael led me back to the safety of his pack’s borders. My body was exhausted, but my mind refused to rest. Selene’s voice still echoed in my head. Her chosen. Her vessel.
I should have felt pride. Instead, I felt the weight of an entire world pressing on my shoulders.
Kael noticed. He always noticed. “You’re shaking,” he murmured, wrapping his cloak around me as we walked. “Don’t fight the exhaustion. Let yourself rest.”
I wanted to lean into him, to trust the warmth of his presence. But Damien’s words haunted me like a curse. If I can’t have you, no one will.
And far away, under the cover of night, Damien was already proving those words true.
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His wolf prowled along the edge of the Dark Mountains, his golden eyes glowing with fury. His chest ached, the remnants of the broken bond slicing through his soul like glass shards. He had thought rejecting Aria would make him stronger, freer. Instead, it had destroyed him.
And now she was rising—rising without him, shining brighter than he ever imagined. Chosen by the Goddess. Desired by Kael.
The thought made him snarl. His claws dug into the earth, ripping soil apart.
“No,” Damien growled to the night. “She won’t turn her back on me. I won’t allow it.”
From the shadows, a figure stepped forward—an Alpha from the northern clans, known for his cruelty. His name was Veylor, and his smirk was carved like a blade.
“You look broken, Damien,” Veylor drawled. “But broken wolves can still be useful… if they want revenge.”
Damien’s head snapped up, his fury burning. “Revenge?”
Veylor’s smirk widened. “The Goddess’s chosen cannot survive without protection. And if she falls, her power will scatter… to the one strong enough to claim it.”
For the first time, Damien hesitated. His wolf howled at the thought of Aria’s death, but the darker part of him—the part twisted by rejection—saw the truth. If he couldn’t have her love, maybe he could still claim her power.
His fists clenched. His jaw tightened. And in that moment, Damien’s obsession turned into something far more dangerous.
Not love. Not longing.
War.
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Back in Kael’s territory, I sat by the fire, Kael’s presence steady beside me. But even in the warmth of the flames, a chill swept over my soul.
Because deep inside, I knew.
Damien wasn’t done with me.
He was only beginning.
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