CHAPTER FOUR : Revelation
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Jason stepped into her room, shutting the door behind him. The air grew heavier, as though the walls themselves leaned closer to listen, trapping her inside a secret too ancient to belong in this world.
“Jason…” Amara’s voice trembled, her throat dry. “What do you mean, who I really am? I’m just me.”
Jason didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled the silver chain from around his neck. His fingers lingered on it for a moment—as though parting with it cost him something—before he laid it gently on her table. The moonlight from the window struck it, and the chain shimmered faintly, almost alive, as though each link breathed with its own pulse.
Her stomach clenched. “Why are you showing me this?”
“Because it’s the only thing keeping you safe.” His voice was low, strained, each word pressed out like it carried weight he had borne for too long.
Safe from what? The question clawed at her throat, but she couldn’t form the words. Because Jason’s eyes—those familiar, steady eyes that had once calmed her in moot court—were no longer steady. They were full of something she had never seen in him before. Fear.
Amara took a shaky step closer. “Jason, you’ve been hiding things from me since day one. You disappear for days. You avoid questions. And now you show up at my door like some ghost out of a nightmare—”
“I’m not your nightmare, Amara,” he cut in sharply. His voice cracked like a whip, commanding, more Alpha than student. “But something else is. And if I don’t tell you tonight, it will come for you unprepared.”
Her breath hitched. The chain on the table seemed to pulse, syncing with her racing heartbeat.
“Tell me what,” she whispered, though part of her already feared the answer.
Jason hesitated. His jaw clenched. He dragged a hand through his hair as though trying to tear the truth out of himself. “Do you remember the night of the moot finals in second year? When you swore you heard… howling behind the faculty building?”
Amara froze. The memory clawed back with razor sharpness. She had brushed it off then—chalked it up to stray dogs roaming campus. But that sound… that sound had set her veins on fire and made her want to run barefoot under the moon.
Jason’s gaze darkened. “That wasn’t stray dogs. That was them. And that night… they were looking for you.”
Her pulse roared in her ears. “Looking for me? Why?”
Jason stepped forward, closing the distance between them. His presence was magnetic, suffocating, and yet grounding. She could feel the heat of him, could almost sense the tremor in his body as he fought to keep himself steady. His voice dropped to a whisper, weighted with dread.
“Because, Amara… you’re not just a law student. You’re the last surviving Luna of a fallen pack.”
The room tilted. Her knees weakened. She stumbled back, clutching her desk for balance as her books tumbled to the floor.
“No. No, Jason. That’s insane.”
“Is it?” His voice cracked with raw desperation. “Then explain why your blood sings under the full moon. Why you dream of running through the woods every night. Why…” His throat worked as if the words themselves burned. “…why being near me sets your entire body on fire.”
Her lips parted. “What are you saying?”
Jason’s hand hovered near hers, trembling with restraint. His breath quickened, chest rising and falling like he was fighting a storm inside. “I shouldn’t. Not yet.”
With a sharp motion, he snatched the chain from the table, clutching it like a weapon. His jaw tightened, eyes flashing with something inhuman. “All you need to know is this: they will come for you again. And if you’re not ready, they’ll tear you apart.”
The door rattled suddenly. Once. Twice. Then a deep, guttural growl seeped through the cracks—low, primal, a sound that didn’t belong to any human throat. The very air seemed to vibrate with it.
Amara’s blood ran cold. Her lungs refused to draw breath.
Jason’s head snapped toward the door. His eyes weren’t just dark anymore—they glowed faintly, catching the moonlight, alive with the beast inside.
“They’ve found you,” he said, his voice a chilling mixture of fury and fate.
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