Chapter 3: The Dark Predator
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Chapter 3: The Dark Predator
The massive black wolf stepped fully into the silver moonlight.
He didn’t just occupy space; he dominated it.
His fur was the color of a starless night, absorbing the light around him.
He was huge—easily twice the size of my newly awakened silver wolf form.
But it wasn't just his size that made my heart stutter.
It was his aura.
It was heavy, suffocating, and dripping with a raw, ancient power that made the air itself feel thick.
A Lycan.
My pack had always whispered bedtime stories about them.
The royal bloodline.
The monsters who ruled over all Alpha kings. They were said to be ruthless, cold, and utterly devoid of human emotion.
The black wolf fixed his piercing crimson eyes on me.
Instantly, a jolt of electricity shot straight down my spine, exploding in my chest.
My silver wolf purred deep in my throat—a submissive, welcoming sound that shocked me.
The heavy scent of ozone, dark chocolate, and rain-soaked earth swirled around me, making my head spin.
Mate.
The word echoed in the deepest, most hidden corner of my mind.
It wasn't the weak, flickering bond I had felt with Brandon.
This was a tether of iron and fire. It slammed into me with the force of a tidal wave, demanding total surrender.
But I refused to surrender.
Not anymore.
I dropped into a defensive crouch, my silver fur bristling, and let out a warning growl.
I just escaped one tyrant. I won’t bow to another.
The Lycan didn’t growl back.
Instead, a flash of something intense—amusement, surprise, and a dark, possessive hunger—passed through his crimson eyes.
He took a slow, deliberate step toward me.
Suddenly, the adrenaline fading from my veins took its toll. My legs buckled.
The sheer exhaustion of my first shift, combined with the injuries from Lucas's attack, caught up to me.
The world tilted dangerously.
Before I hit the mud, the black wolf blurred.
In the blink of an eye, the wolf was gone, and a man was there to catch me.
Strong, calloused hands gripped my waist, pulling my collapsing body against a broad, rock-hard chest.
I gasped, forcing my eyes open.
He was breathtakingly beautiful, but in a dangerous, lethal way.
His jawline looked like it had been chiseled from marble, shadowed by a light stubble.
Strands of damp, jet-black hair fell over his forehead, framing eyes that were still a swirling, hypnotic red.
He wore nothing but a pair of torn black cargo pants, his bare torso covered in a tapestry of silver battle scars and muscle.
"Easy, little wolf,"
he murmured. His voice was a deep, gravelly baritone that vibrated straight through my skin, sending a delicious shiver through my body.
"I've got you."
I tried to push against his chest, but my arms felt like lead.
"Who... who are you?"
I choked out, my voice cracking.
“ Are you here to kill me too?"
His grip on my waist tightened, his large hands overlapping my hips. He leaned down, his hot breath brushing against the shell of my ear as he took a deep, shuddering inhale of my scent.
"Kill you?"
He let out a low, dark chuckle that sounded like rolling thunder.
"No. I've been searching for you for a very long time."
He looked past my shoulder, his eyes instantly turning ice-cold as he spotted Lucas's unconscious, broken body in the mud.
The temperature in the clearing seemed to drop ten degrees.
"Did he do this to you?"
the stranger asked, his voice dripping with a lethal promise.
"He... he tried to,"
I whispered, my vision starting to blur at the edges.
"But I broke his wolf."
The man looked back down at me, and a slow, wicked smirk spread across his lips.
There was no judgment in his eyes—only intense, burning admiration.
"Good. A delicate little thing like you shouldn't have to dirty your paws with trash."
"I'm not delicate,"
I muttered, my stubbornness fighting against the darkness pulling at my mind.
"I can see that,"
he said softly. He easily scooped me up into his arms, lifting me against his chest as if I weighed nothing.
The warmth radiating from his body was the only thing keeping the freezing rain at bay.
"Where are you taking me?"
I asked, my eyelids growing too heavy to keep open.
"Somewhere safe,"
he replied, turning and walking deeper into the f*******n depths of the Blackwood Forest.
"Rest, Aria. No one will ever touch you again. I swear it."
As my consciousness finally slipped away into the dark, one terrifying, exhilarating thought echoed in my mind:
How did he know my name?
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