The Capture
538 Words
The forest had gone silent. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.
Aria’s heart hammered as heavy boots crushed the leaves behind her. The scent of iron, smoke, and fur grew stronger—Lycan warriors. They were larger, faster, and bred for killing. She pressed herself against a tree, chest rising in ragged bursts, but the moment she moved, a hand like a vice closed around her arm.
“Found her,” a voice growled.
Aria twisted, her nails slashing across a face she couldn’t see. The warrior barely flinched. He yanked her forward and shoved her into the circle of torchlight where half a dozen Lycans waited—eyes glinting, muscles taut, their presence crushing.
Then he appeared.
Kael Draven.
Even surrounded by soldiers, he was the storm’s center—taller, broader, power radiating off him in waves that prickled her skin. Silver chains hung from his hands, gleaming under the moon.
“The cursed wolf,” he said, studying her as though she were a weapon he already owned. “You ran far for someone with nowhere to go.”
“I didn’t run,” she said, breathless. “I left.”
Kael’s lips curved, the hint of a smirk that wasn’t amusement but calculation. “Brave words for a trespasser on my lands.”
“I didn’t know these borders belonged to you.”
“They belong to me,” he replied quietly, stepping closer until his shadow swallowed hers. “Everything here does.”
The air changed between them—thick, electric. Aria should have been terrified, yet something deep inside responded, the mark on her wrist burning with a pulse that matched his. His gaze dropped to it, and for a moment his control slipped; she caught the flicker of recognition, of something he couldn’t name.
“What are you?” he murmured.
“What you fear,” she whispered back.
The corner of his jaw ticked. “Take her.”
Chains clinked. A guard reached for her, but Kael’s voice stopped him. “Not too tight.” He turned to her again, eyes hard. “If she bleeds, you bleed next.”
They dragged her through the forest until the fortress rose against the horizon—black stone crowned with firelight. Inside, the halls smelled of steel and pine, alive with murmurs that died the moment Kael entered.
He led her to a chamber high above the courtyard. “You’ll stay here until I decide what you are.”
Aria lifted her chin. “And if you never decide?”
His mouth curved, dangerously close to hers. “Then you’ll stay forever.”
The mark seared. For a heartbeat, the air shimmered—bond energy, wild and raw. Kael’s pupils flared, his wolf surging to the surface before he forced it down.
“You feel it too,” she said softly.
He turned away, voice rough. “Get some rest, little wolf. Tomorrow, we begin finding out why the Moon cursed you—or blessed you.”
He left her with the echo of his scent, smoke and danger, and the terrifying thought that maybe the curse wasn’t meant to destroy her at all. Maybe it had been leading her here.
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