The One Thing I Can't Ignore
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(Leo’s POV)
The night air was crisp as I walked down the empty streets, Dracula tucked under my arm. It was an ironic choice, really. A vampire story for a werewolf. But I wasn’t reading it for entertainment—I was reading it to understand my enemy.
I knew what lurked in the shadows of this town. What hid behind charming smiles and polite conversations. And now, what stood behind a damn bookstore counter, completely unaware of what she was to me.
Valerie Madison.
My mate.
I clenched my jaw, my fingers tightening around the book. Of all people. Of all places. Fate had to mess with me.
I had spent my whole life knowing that my mate—if I had one—would be the one thing I could never ignore. My father told me that before he disappeared, before my mother wasted away in grief. She used to say fate was cruel, that it liked to toy with those who thought they could control their own lives.
I never believed her. Not until now.
Because fate had given me a mate—someone who had no clue what she was. No idea of the world lurking beneath the surface of this quiet town. And worse, she wasn’t just any girl. She was Valerie.
Annoying. Sharp-tongued. And completely, utterly human.
Or at least, that’s what I thought at first.
But something about her wasn’t right. Her scent—while sweet, like embers after a fire—was unlike any human I’d ever come across. It wasn’t a supernatural scent, not exactly, but it wasn’t normal either. It made my wolf restless, pacing inside me like a caged animal. It was the only reason I hadn’t completely ignored her.
That, and the stupid bond pulling at me.
I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated. I didn’t want a mate. Didn’t need one. I had spent years avoiding attachments, keeping my distance from people, from expectations. Being the only child in my family meant carrying everything alone. And I was fine with that.
But then she showed up.
And no matter how much I told myself to walk away, I knew one thing for certain.
Fate wasn’t done messing with me yet.
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The moment I stepped into the woods, a familiar calm settled over me. The towering trees swayed in the wind, their whispers blending with the distant rustling of unseen creatures. The scent of damp earth filled my lungs, grounding me.
This was where I belonged.
I shrugged off my jacket, letting the cool night air brush against my skin. My body was already humming with anticipation, muscles tightening, instincts sharpening. The full moon wasn’t out tonight, but I didn’t need it. I was born a werewolf, and my transformation was mine to command.
With a deep breath, I let go.
Bones cracked and shifted. The pain was sharp, fleeting—something I had long since learned to ignore. My hands curled into claws, my spine arched, and in mere moments, I was no longer human.
I was the predator.
The wind carried the scent of prey—a deer, not far from here. I could hear its heartbeat, steady but oblivious, pulsing in my ears like a drumbeat guiding me forward. I crouched low, moving swiftly through the underbrush, my paws making no sound against the forest floor.
Hunting was instinctual, effortless. One moment the deer was grazing, and the next, it was nothing more than a victim of nature. My teeth sank into its throat, warm blood filling my mouth. The hunger inside me quieted, but only slightly.
Because no matter how much I hunted, no matter how much I fed, there was something deeper gnawing at me.
Something I couldn’t satisfy.
My mate.
Even in my wolf form, my mind drifted to her—Valerie. I hated it. Hated the pull. Hated the way my instincts screamed at me to claim her, to protect her, to never let her out of my sight. It was maddening.
But she was human.
I growled, shaking off the thought. I couldn’t afford to get attached. Not to her, not to anyone. I had lived my entire life keeping my distance, making sure I owed nothing to anyone.
And yet, fate had tied me to her.
I lifted my head, licking the blood from my muzzle. The hunger in my stomach was gone.
But the hunger for something else—something more?
That was just beginning.
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