Chapter 2
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I couldn’t breathe.
Darkness surrounded me, thick and heavy, like I was drowning. A shadowy figure stood in front of me, glowing eyes piercing through the black. My chest ached. I tried to move, but my legs felt like stone.
“Mine,” the voice growled. Deep. Rough. Dangerous.
I opened my mouth to scream.but nothing came out.
Then, a sharp pain shot through my thigh, like someone was carving into my skin.
I jerked awake with a scream, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. My throat was dry, and sweat clung to my skin.
“Nadia?” Ava’s voice cut through the silence. She was already awake, sitting cross legged on her bed with her laptop glowing faintly in the dark. “Are you okay?”
I tried to catch my breath. “Nightmare,” I whispered, pushing my hair back. “Sorry if I woke you.”
Ava shrugged, her red curls bouncing. “I was already up.” She narrowed her eyes. “That’s the second time this week.”
I swallowed hard, the memory of the voice still crawling under my skin. “It felt… real.”
Ava closed her laptop. “Maybe it’s stress. New school, new city….it’s a lot.”
I hesitated. “Hey… do you know a guy with unusual blue eyes? Like… almost silver?”
Ava’s expression shifted. For a second, she looked tense, but then her lips curled into a smirk. “Yeah, that’s Eli. Why? Did he charm you with those eyes already?”
Eli. So that was his name.
I shook my head. “He just… he knew my name. But I’ve never met him before.”
Ava’s smile faded. “Be careful around him, Nadia.” Her voice was quieter now. “Actually, be careful around a lot of people here.”
My stomach twisted. “What do you mean?”
Ava opened her mouth like she wanted to say more but stopped herself. “Just… some people aren’t what they seem. Trust me.”
Her words hung in the air like a warning, but before I could ask anything else, her phone buzzed, and the moment was gone.
The next morning, I tried to shake the weirdness off as I walked to class Literature. The classroom was big, with sunlight streaming through the tall windows. Students whispered in small groups, laughter echoing through the air.
I slid into a seat near the middle. Ava wasn’t in this class, which meant I was alone.
“New girl, huh?” A girl with long blonde hair and too much lip gloss dropped into the seat beside me. “I’m Tasha.”
“Nadia,” I said.
Tasha looked me up and down like I was some kind of puzzle. “So, where’d you come from?”
“Spain,” I answered, keeping my voice casual.
Her eyes widened. “Spain? Fancy. What are you doing here?”
Before I could answer, the door swung open. Eli walked in.
My heart skipped.
He was wearing a black leather jacket over a white T-shirt, and even though the seat next to me was open, he didn’t take it. Instead, he leaned against the back wall like he owned the place. His eyes, those strange, silver blue eyes swept across the room until they landed on me.
I looked away fast, but my pulse didn’t slow down.
When the professor started talking, I tried to focus, but I could feel Eli’s gaze like a burn against my skin.
“You should stay away from him,” Tasha whispered under her breath.
I frowned. “Why does everyone keep saying that?”
“Because people who get close to him… don’t usually end well,” she said with a shrug. “But hey, your funeral.”
After class, I didn’t wait. I marched straight to where Eli stood, his hands shoved in his pockets.
“Okay, how do you know my name?” I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.
A small smirk tugged at his lips. “I know a lot of things.”
“That’s not an answer.”
He stepped closer, his body just inches from mine. “Maybe I was curious.”
“Curious about what?”
His eyes flicked to my lips, then back up. “You.”
I should have walked away. I should have said something sharp and clever. But instead, I just stood there, heat rising to my face.
I crossed my arms. “You don’t even know me.”
“I know more than you think.” His voice was softer now, but there was something dangerous beneath it.
He moved his hand, brushing against mine. The moment our skin touched, a strange sensation shot through me like an electric spark curling under my skin. My breath hitched.
Did he feel it too?
His gaze darkened. For a heartbeat, it felt like the rest of the world faded. Just me and him.
“I’d be careful, Nadia,” he said quietly. “Some things aren’t meant to be touched.” He then walked away.
I tried to shake off the weirdness by going to the library, I just hope that weird guy doesn't show up again. Rows of shelves stretched in every direction, the smell of old books comforting. I found a quiet corner and dropped my bag on the table.
But the second I sat down, I wasn’t alone.
“I told you,” a familiar voice murmured. “You belong to us.”
My blood turned cold. I spun around, and there he was.
Bastien.
He leaned against the bookshelf, his dark hair falling across his forehead. His smile was slow, almost lazy, but there was nothing relaxed about the way he watched me.
“You’re obsessed with me or something?” I snapped, trying to hide the way my heart pounded.
He chuckled softly. “You still don’t get it, do you?”
I swallowed hard. “Get what?”
“You’re one of us. Whether you want to be or not.” His voice was low and smooth, like a secret meant just for me.
I took a step back. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
“You will.” His eyes gleamed with something dark. “Check your thigh, little wolf. See for yourself.”
Before I could speak, the lights flickered and when I looked back, he was gone.
My whole body felt ice cold as I pushed open the bathroom door. My hands trembled as I lifted the hem of my skirt.
And there it was.
A faint mark shaped like a fang burned into my skin.
I pressed my fingers against it, half-hoping it was just my imagination. But it was real.
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