Chapter 4 - The Rogue’s Secret
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Sienna ran.
Not just from Kieran. Not just from the undeniable pull between them.
She ran from the ghosts of her past.
The wind howled through the trees as she sprinted deeper into the forest, her breaths coming in sharp gasps. The cool night air burned her lungs, but she pushed forward, weaving through the towering pines like a shadow.
She had spent years perfecting the art of running. Years of hiding, of masking her scent, of surviving alone.
Because the moment she stopped, they would find her.
A sharp pain stabbed through her chest, but it had nothing to do with exhaustion. Memories clawed their way to the surface, ones she had buried so deep she had almost convinced herself they were gone.
But Kieran’s touch had brought them back.
The way he had pressed against her, whispered against her skin, held her like he would never let go.
For a split second, it had felt..safe.
And safe was dangerous.
She wasn’t meant to belong to anyone. Not after what had happened.
Not after them.
Sienna’s vision blurred, but she didn’t stop running.
She couldn’t.
Because if she did, she would remember everything.
Five Years Ago
Sienna was eighteen when she lost everything.
The night had started like any other. The pack had gathered under the full moon, laughter and music filling the air as the young wolves trained under the watchful eyes of the elders. Her father Alpha Blackwood, had stood tall, strong, proud.
“One day, you will lead, Sienna.” His deep voice had been filled with conviction as he ruffled her hair. “Our pack’s future burns inside you.”
She had believed him.
She had believed in their strength, in their safety.
Until the fire came.
Until the Bloodfangs attacked.
She had been asleep when the first screams tore through the night. The scent of smoke had burned her nose, the crackling of flames deafening in the dark.
She had stumbled out of her cabin, barefoot and terrified, only to see her world in ruins.
Bodies littered the ground. Warriors she had trained with. Mothers. Elders. Her people.
And at the center of it all stood Alpha Garrick.
The monster who had led the Bloodfangs in their slaughter.
His cruel eyes had locked onto her, and before she could run—he had grabbed her by the throat.
“A Blackwood b***h,” he had snarled, his claws tightening. “Kill the rest. This one is mine.”
Sienna’s screams had been drowned by the roar of the flames.
She had fought. Goodness, she had fought.
But she had been too young. Too weak.
And in the end, she had been taken.
Sienna gasped, snapping back to the present as she collapsed against a tree.
Her legs shook violently, her breaths coming in ragged sobs.
No. No, not now.
She gritted her teeth, shoving the memories back into the darkness where they belonged.
She had survived. She had escaped.
But she had never stopped running.
Because Alpha Garrick wasn’t dead.
And if he ever found her again
A deep growl rumbled behind her.
Sienna’s heart stopped.
She spun around, but it wasn’t Garrick.
It was Kieran.
His silver eyes glowed in the darkness, his bare chest rising and falling with deep, measured breaths.
He had followed her.
Her pulse thundered, but this time, it wasn’t fear. It was something else.
Kieran stepped closer, his gaze locking onto hers like he could see everything, every scar, every secret, every shattered piece of her soul.
His voice was quiet, but it struck deep. “Who hurt you?”
Sienna’s throat tightened.
She could lie. She could push him away.
But when she looked into his eyes, she saw something she hadn’t seen in years.
A promise. A chance. A reason to stop running.
She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper. “You can’t save me, Kieran.”
His jaw clenched.
“Try me.”
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