CHAPTER THREE
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Elena lasted exactly four hours before she broke Rowan’s request.
“Stay within town limits.”
The words had replayed in her head all morning.
Which was precisely why she now stood at the edge of the tree line, staring into the forest.
It wasn’t rebellion.
Not exactly.
It was curiosity.
And something else.
A pull.
The woods didn’t feel empty. They felt aware. Like they had been holding their breath since she arrived.
Sunlight filtered through tall pines, turning drifting pollen into flecks of gold. The air smelled clean—earthy and damp beneath the sharp scent of sap. Birds called somewhere in the distance, but the sound felt far away, muted.
Her pulse quickened as she stepped past the last visible marker of town.
Nothing happened.
No lightning strike. No sudden wolves bursting from shadows.
Just silence.
“You’re being dramatic,” she muttered to herself.
Still, every step deeper felt deliberate. Like crossing an invisible boundary.
She wasn’t afraid.
She should have been.
But instead, the further she walked, the more something inside her settled.
Like she had finally stepped onto the right path.
A breeze moved through the trees.
And then—
A sound.
A low, distant rumble.
Not thunder.
A growl.
Elena stopped.
Her senses sharpened instantly. The air felt heavier. The quiet shifted from peaceful to predatory.
“I know you’re there,” she called, hating the slight tremor in her voice.
The growl came again—closer this time.
Her heart slammed against her ribs.
A shape moved between the trees.
Large.
Too large for a normal wolf.
It stepped into a clearing ahead of her.
Black fur. Broad shoulders. Eyes that burned amber in the filtered light.
Not Rowan.
Different.
Meaner.
The wolf’s lips curled slightly, exposing long white teeth.
Her instincts screamed at her to run.
But her feet wouldn’t move.
The wolf began circling her slowly, deliberate steps crushing leaves beneath its weight.
She swallowed hard. “I’m not a threat.”
The wolf’s growl deepened.
Its gaze wasn’t confused.
It was assessing.
Hunting.
“You shouldn’t be here,” a voice called from behind her.
The wolf froze instantly.
Elena turned.
Rowan stood several yards away, shoulders tense, eyes glowing faintly gold.
Not fully shifted.
But not fully human either.
He looked lethal.
The black wolf’s ears flattened. It lowered its head in submission—but its gaze never left Elena.
“Leave,” Rowan ordered, his voice carrying a power that vibrated through the air.
The wolf hesitated.
Then, reluctantly, it backed away into the trees and disappeared.
The forest exhaled.
Elena realized she’d stopped breathing.
Rowan crossed the distance between them in seconds.
His hands gripped her shoulders firmly.
“Are you hurt?”
The contact sent heat racing through her system.
“I’m fine,” she whispered.
His eyes searched her face, scanning for injuries.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said again, but this time the edge in his voice was laced with something closer to fear.
“For me,” she said softly.
His jaw tightened.
“That wasn’t one of mine.”
The words settled heavily.
“Meaning?” she pressed.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does to me.”
His grip on her shoulders tightened slightly before he released her abruptly, as if realizing how close they were standing.
“Victor’s pack has been testing boundaries,” Rowan said finally.
The name felt sharp.
“Victor?”
He hesitated.
“A rival alpha.”
The forest suddenly felt smaller.
“Why would his wolf be circling me?” she asked.
Rowan didn’t answer immediately.
Because they both knew the truth.
The wolf hadn’t been curious.
It had been evaluating.
“She smelled different,” Rowan said quietly.
Elena blinked. “Excuse me?”
His eyes flickered with frustration.
“You don’t smell entirely human.”
The statement should have offended her.
Instead, a strange chill slid down her spine.
“What does that mean?”
“It means,” he said carefully, “that something about you is drawing attention.”
“Yours included?” she challenged.
His gaze snapped to hers.
The air shifted again.
Charged.
“Yes,” he said.
No hesitation.
Her breath caught.
Silence thickened between them, pulsing.
“You felt it too,” he added.
It wasn’t a question.
She didn’t lie.
“Yes.”
The admission changed something.
Rowan took a step back, running a hand through his hair as if trying to regain control.
“This is exactly why I told you to stay in town.”
“I didn’t realize I was entering a supernatural turf war,” she shot back.
His expression darkened.
“This isn’t a game.”
“I can see that.”
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
The forest felt like it was listening.
“Victor doesn’t challenge me directly,” Rowan said slowly. “He tests weaknesses.”
Realization dawned.
“And you think I’m one.”
His silence confirmed it.
Anger flared in her chest.
“You don’t even know me.”
“I know enough,” he said.
“Then tell me.”
He hesitated.
His wolf was close to the surface—she could see it in the tension of his body.
“You’re affecting my control,” he admitted.
The honesty hit harder than any accusation.
“What does that mean?” she whispered.
“It means I’m reacting to you in ways I don’t fully understand.”
Her pulse skipped.
“Is that dangerous?”
“Yes.”
The word was immediate.
“But not for the reason you think.”
She stepped closer before she could overthink it.
“You’re not afraid of me.”
He looked down at her, eyes molten gold.
“No.”
“Then what are you afraid of?”
His breath hitched—barely noticeable.
“That I won’t be able to protect you.”
The confession stunned her.
“You barely know me,” she said again, softer now.
“That doesn’t change what I feel.”
The words hung between them.
Raw.
Unfiltered.
A c***k split the silence.
A branch snapping somewhere deeper in the forest.
Rowan’s posture shifted instantly.
Protective.
“Victor’s watching,” he murmured.
Elena’s stomach dropped.
“How do you know?”
“Because he wouldn’t send a scout without being close enough to see the reaction.”
A chill ran through her.
“This isn’t about territory,” she realized slowly.
Rowan’s gaze sharpened.
“No.”
“It’s about me.”
He didn’t deny it.
The truth settled heavily between them.
Victor had seen something.
And whatever it was—
He wanted it.
Rowan stepped closer again, lowering his voice.
“You’re not leaving town alone again.”
“That wasn’t a request, was it?”
His eyes softened slightly.
“No.”
She should argue.
She didn’t.
Because beneath the command, she felt it again.
That pull.
Not just toward the forest.
Toward him.
“What am I?” she asked quietly.
He held her gaze for a long moment.
“I don’t know yet.”
That scared her more than anything else he’d said.
A distant howl cut through the air.
Not Rowan’s.
Not friendly.
Rowan’s jaw clenched.
“It’s begun,” he muttered.
“What has?”
But he was already guiding her gently back toward the town line.
“The part where they stop observing,” he said darkly.
“And start hunting.”
Behind them, unseen among the trees, a pair of cold gray eyes watched Elena with calculating interest.
Victor smiled.
The girl wasn’t ordinary.
And if Rowan Blackthorn wanted her—
That made her valuable.
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