chapter 4
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Damien pov
People didn’t do stupid things in Redwood Ridge.
Not where others could see.every wolf respected hierarchy it was the law
You learned that early where to stand, when to speak, when to move aside. Nobody explained it outright. You watched first. You listened. You survived.
That was why the cafeteria had gone completely silent when she talked back.
Not dead quiet. Trays still clattered. Someone laughed too loud near the vending machines. A chair scraped against tile. But the air shifted all the same, tightening around us like everyone had leaned back at once.
She didn’t know that seat mattered.
Or she did, and simply didn’t care.
I stood there longer than necessary. Long enough for Ethan to shift beside me, shoulders tight.
“You good?” he muttered.
I didn’t answer.
She held my gaze without flinching. Chin lifted just enough to be deliberate. Arms folded not defensive, not relaxed. Balanced. Ready.
Most people dropped their eyes first. Some did it without realizing. Others did it fast, like they’d been burned before.
She didn’t.
That stayed with me.
I stepped aside and let her pass. Not because I had to. Because I wanted to see what she’d do next.
She walked past me without looking back.
That shouldn’t have mattered.
It did.
The rest of the day followed its usual pattern. Classes. Hallways clearing before I reached them. Teachers nodding instead of asking questions. Training after school. Pack matters I wasn’t officially part of yet but already expected to understand.
None of it stuck.
Her eyes did.
Not the color. People always noticed color. Blue. Grey. Something in between.
It was the way she looked like she was listening even when she was still. Like she was collecting details without letting anyone see her do it. Like she hadn’t decided what to be afraid of yet.
When the final bell rang, I didn’t head straight for the lot.
I waited.
From the side entrance, I watched Marcus Vale’s car pull up. Watched her step outside and pause at the top of the stairs, scanning the parking lot like she was mapping exits.
Smart.
She crossed the distance without hesitation and slid into the passenger seat. The door closed. The engine turned. The car pulled away.
I stayed there longer than I should have.
“Don’t,” Ethan said from behind me.
I glanced back. “Don’t what?”
He shrugged. “Whatever that is. You’ve been staring since lunch.”
“Go home.”
He hesitated, then did.
I took the long way back. Past the forest edge. Told myself it was habit. Training routes. Muscle memory.
Luca stirred as the trees thickened.
You let her keep the seat.
It wasn’t worth the effort.
You noticed her before the seat.
I didn’t respond.
The road curved. Shadows stretched across the hood. The truck hummed beneath my hands.
She doesn’t fit, Luca said.
You say that whenever something’s unfamiliar.
No. I say it when something’s wrong.
That made me pause.
She didn’t lower her eyes, he added. Not even when she didn’t know who you were.
That doesn’t make her interesting.
Silence stretched.
Then, quieter: You’re thinking about her.
I tightened my grip on the wheel. Drop it.
Luca didn’t push. He never did when he already knew the answer.
By the time I pulled into the driveway, my chest felt too tight for the shape it was in.
I didn’t go inside.
I went around the back of the house, toward the tree line where the ground dipped and the air sharpened. The forest welcomed movement. Noise. Weight.
I stripped carefully. Shirt folded. Jeans set aside. Shoes placed where they wouldn’t be crushed.
Habit. Control.
Shifting punished carelessness.
I breathed once, steady, and let go.
Heat came first. Then pressure. Bones sliding beneath skin as muscle reformed. Spine lengthening. Balance recalibrating. Senses snapping into place one by one.
The world sharpened.
Sound deepened. Smell layered. The forest opened itself the way it always did.
Luca surged forward fully.
We ran.
Paws struck earth in even rhythm. Breath matched movement. The tension eased with speed, with distance, with the familiar burn of muscle and wind.
You’re running toward her.
I’m running a route.
That route ends near her house.
I didn’t slow.
Her scent reached us before the fence line.
Different.
Not wolf. Not human.
Clean. Sharp. Something unfamiliar enough to pull at instinct without naming itself.
We slowed without deciding to.
The house sat ahead, quiet except for one upstairs window glowing faintly.
Hers.
I stopped at the edge of the clearing.
Far enough.
She’s close, Luca said.
Too close.
You want to see her again.
I didn’t deny it. That would’ve been pointless.
Not like this. Not yet.
A shadow crossed the window. Just movement. Nothing more.
My chest tightened anyway.
She doesn’t know what she is, Luca said. But the forest does.
The forest notices everything.
Not everything changes it.
I turned away before curiosity turned into action. Ran until the house disappeared behind trees and distance dulled the pull.
When I shifted back, the night felt colder against my skin. I dressed quickly, hands steady even as my thoughts sharpened.
Marcus’s daughter.
Whatever she was, she wasn’t fragile.
And she wasn’t invisible.
By the time I reached the house, one truth had settled deep and unwelcome in my chest.
She had sat in my seat.
And instead of moving her
I’d watched.
she was something, something that the forest felt something that Luca my wolf felt and I felt curious what is it about her
her eyes and scent seem to be the only special things about her and the fact that she was a human her scent draws me in it feels so addictive it was bad for me so I am going to stay away, watch her from afar she's not my business Marcus would watch his own ward. so I'll just watch her from afar and hope she doesn't cross me again if not it wouldn't be taken lightly
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