Stars collide

Wolves in sheep Clothing

Isa's pov

Damian must have a death wish.

“What did you just do? Are you trying to get us exposed?” I snap at him, my voice low but sharp. “What happened to keeping a low profile?” I mimicked his exact words from earlier, glaring at him.

Damian shrugs like it’s nothing, casually picking leaves off his pants as if we’re not one mistake away from being hunted.

I’d seen it too, just as quickly as he had—a red-haired girl, stuck in her tracks, seconds from being crushed by a truck. I didn’t move because I knew her fate was sealed, and interfering wasn’t worth the risk. But Damian? My reckless, impulsive brother thought it was wise to risk everything just to save a pretty face. Classic Damian.

“Superman,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “This better be the last time you save anyone. Next thing you know, people will start asking why the new kid moves faster than the speed of light.”

Relax, Isa,” he says, waving me off like my panic is overblown. “No one noticed.”

“Really?” I snap, my eyebrows twitching from how hard I’m glaring. “Because I noticed. And what about the girl?”

He leans against a tree, folding his arms like its some kind of joke. “Everyone else was too busy freaking out about the truck to see me. They didn’t notice.”

I narrowed my eyes. “The girl, Damian. She saw you.”

He hesitates for half a second, and that’s all I needed to confirm my suspicions. “She was shaken up, okay? I told her she was almost out of the way, and I just gave her a pull to safety. Reckless, sure. But convincing enough.”

He doesn’t meet my eyes when he says that last part, and I know he’s lying. The girl had to have seen what happened—how Damian was nowhere near her one moment and then pulling her away from the truck the next. She might not know what he is, but she knows it wasn’t normal.

I sigh, already tired and hot from the adrenaline and the argument. I don’t push him further. Not now. If anything goes wrong because of this, it’ll be his mess to clean up.

Damian leans back against a tree, smirking again like he just got away with something clever. I hate how unbothered he is.

“If she comes sniffing around or tells anyone…” I trailed off, not wanting to finish the thought. The image of a mob with torches and guns flashes through my mind.

“She won’t,” Damian says firmly, though his tone carries the slightest tremor. “She’s human. She’ll rationalize it somehow. They always do.”

“They don’t always.” I take a step closer, baring my teeth slightly. “If she figures it out—if she knows—that’s on you, Damian. And don’t expect me to clean up your mess.”

He lifts his hands in surrender, smirking like he always does when he’s backed into a corner. “I’ll handle it, Isa. Trust me.”

The problem is, I don’t.

Damian’s instincts are sharper than most, but his impulsiveness has always been his undoing. He’s like the storms that rage in our blood—violent, wild, and unpredictable. If that girl starts digging too deep, it’ll lead her straight to us. And then it won’t just be Damian’s mess to deal with. It’ll be all of ours.

I glance at the trees surrounding us, the forest our only refuge. The scent of damp earth and pine fills my senses, grounding me. I take a deep breath and let it go.

“Fine,” I say finally, though the unease in my chest doesn’t budge. “But if this goes south, don’t come crying to me.”

Damian grins, a flash of teeth that reminds me how close we always are to losing control. “Relax, little sis. What’s the worst that could happen?”

This scene is already gripping, but I’ll tighten the pacing, deepen the werewolf lore, and amplify the tension:

I’d seen the girl twice.

The first time was outside the parking lot. She’d been staring at us, her gaze sharp, almost predatory, like she knew what we were. I doubted it—humans weren’t supposed to know—but there was something about her eyes. Too piercing. Too knowing.

Damian had felt it too. We pretended to have a casual conversation, but our real exchange was happening in our heads. It was a skill most of our kind possessed—telepathy—but as twins, ours was stronger. Distance was never a barrier for us. We could be on opposite ends of the earth and still hear each other’s thoughts, sometimes even in our dreams.

I guess that’s why we were chosen as guardians. Not that I wanted the title. It came with too many strings attached, especially after what happened to our father. He’d been a guardian too—until the incident.

Our pack was stronger now, larger than it had ever been. My great-grandma liked to tell stories of how we struggled for survival centuries ago, before Alpha Loki took over. She claimed he was the greatest Alpha she’d ever seen in her millennia of life. He was ruthless, cunning, and more powerful than any wolf who came before him. Sometimes she’d mutter about his powers being darker than they should be, but that was what it meant to be an Alpha. The strongest ruled, and Loki’s reign had brought us to our peak.

It was Loki who had sent us here—to this high school of all places. He’d warned us of a growing threat to our kind and insisted that a human was the key to stopping it. That part still made no sense to me. What could a mortal possibly know about creatures who roamed the realms long before humans even existed? But Loki was never wrong, so here we were. Playing teenagers. Searching.

Thankfully, the girl wasn’t in any of our classes. By lunchtime, I was ready to leave. Damian and I piled food that we didn’t really need on our plates and found the farthest, most secluded table in the cafeteria. I had no interest in mingling with mortals.

“She’s staring at us again.”

Damian’s voice crashed into my head, and I flinched at the volume.

“You don’t have to yell,” I snapped back.

He laughed, his amusement grating on my nerves. But when I followed the image he painted in my mind, my stomach tightened. There she was again—the red-haired girl—her eyes locked on us from across the room.

I’d already guessed she was the school sweetheart. The whole building was buzzing about her. By second period, her locker was overflowing with flowers, cards, and people fawning over her. All because of the truck incident. I wouldn’t trade places with her for anything. All that attention would’ve driven me mad.

Still, there was something about her. Something more. Her face was kind, but I could tell it was a mask. The real her, the one she hid from the world, lingered just beneath the surface.

“She’s pretty,” I thought absently, but immediately shook my head. What was I doing? Thinking about a mortal girl was a distraction I couldn’t afford.

Before I could chastise myself further, I noticed Damian was already halfway to the door.

“You better not be doing what I think you’re doing,” I growled down the bond.

His deep, teasing laugh reverberated in my mind. “Relax, Isa. I’m just making sure she’s not spreading rumors about us.”

“Yeah, right,” I shot back. “Stay away from her.”

“Why?” he asked, his tone laced with mockery. “Because you want to get close to her? I heard your thoughts, you know. You’re curious about her too.”

I slammed my mental shield in place, growling low in my throat as I got up to follow him. By the time I reached the hallway, he was already talking to her.

The second I got closer, the air snapped.

Her scent hit me like a tidal wave—deep, rich, primal. My body reacted instantly, a growl ripping from my chest before I could stop it.

Damian spun around, his golden eyes wide with tension. “Isa,” he said sharply, his tone full of warning. He stepped in front of the girl, blocking her from my view.

“Get out of here,” he barked through the bond, his mental voice laced with desperation.

My entire body trembled, heat and instinct flooding every corner of my being. I knew what I looked like—golden eyes glowing, my teeth bared, every muscle coiled as the wolf inside me surged to the surface.

Damian pushed harder against the bond, willing my legs to move. I broke away, running blindly until I reached his bike.

I didn’t think. I just drove. Faster than I should’ve. Faster than any human ever could.

Her scent clung to me, no matter how hard I tried to shake it. It was impossible. This was impossible. My mind raced, every instinct screaming at me what this meant.

She was human. She couldn’t be. But I knew the truth.

She was my mate.

And that changed everything.