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I stared into the cold, predatory eyes of Derek Stone, the Alpha of Darkwood Pack, and felt my world shift irrevocably. His voice still echoed in the silence between us: "Trespassing into my territory, are you tired of living?"
The photograph of teenage Derek and Bradley lay at my feet where I'd dropped it in shock, the glass now cracked along the edge. How had a day that started so normally led me here, face to face with the most dangerous wolf in our territory, in his private bedroom no less?
Three hours earlier, I'd been sitting in literature class at Silvermoon Academy, watching the clock and feeling the familiar restlessness that had plagued me for weeks as my eighteenth birthday approached. The teacher's voice had faded to white noise as I stared out the window at the forest beyond the school grounds, my skin tingling with pre-transformation energy.
I'd noticed Lily's empty seat beside me, wondering about my best friend's mysterious absence. When the bell finally rang, I'd texted Bradley: [Lunch together?]
His reply had changed everything: [Not today, babe. Tomorrow is the full moon, I have to help in the estate. Miss you.]
That's when I'd made the impulsive decision that led me here.
[OK, focus on your work. Miss you too. XOXO] I'd responded, already formulating my plan.
If my brother Aaron knew what I'd done next, he would have locked me in my room until I turned thirty. I'd left school, taken a taxi to the Darkwood Estate, and somehow talked my way past the security checkpoint. "Just coming to see my brother. And to check out the ceremony preparations," I'd told Aaron's friend with my most innocent smile.
The Estate had been bustling with activity—Pack members carrying flowers, hanging silver and blue banners, arranging ritual items on long tables. The air had been thick with the scent of pine, lavender, and the distinctive musk of many werewolves gathered together.
When I'd asked about Bradley, someone had suggested waiting in his room. That's how I'd found myself wandering through the east wing, where the Stone family's private quarters were located. I'd never been to that part of the Estate before, but Bradley had described it enough times that I thought I could find it.
Five doors had lined the hallway, each made of dark wood with silver handles shaped like wolf heads. The second door had a small wooden plaque carved with waves—Bradley had mentioned he liked to surf, so I'd assumed it was his room.
But the moment I'd stepped inside, I should have known. The scent alone—cedar and leather, and something distinctly male and powerful—was nothing like Bradley's familiar ocean breeze and mint. The room was immaculately neat with dark charcoal bedding, a spotless desk with precisely arranged documents, and bookshelves filled with leather-bound classics and texts on Pack leadership.
Yet something had kept me there, a strange magnetic pull I couldn't explain. My fingers had tingled, and the wolf stirring beneath my skin had seemed suddenly alert, interested in a way it had never been before.
That's when I'd found the photograph and been inexplicably drawn to Derek's face. Even as a teenager, his eyes had held an intensity that seemed to reach through the glass and grip something deep inside me. I'd traced his features without conscious thought, a strange warmth spreading through my chest.
And now here I stood, caught red-handed by the Alpha himself, whose presence filled the room like a physical force—dominant, controlling, undeniable. My wolf, not yet fully awakened, howled in response inside me.
"I—I'm sorry," I stammered, my voice barely audible. "I was looking for Bradley's room."
Derek's eyes narrowed, the gold in them intensifying as he took a step toward me. "Bradley's room is next door," he said, his voice deceptively soft. "Which means you either have a poor sense of direction, or you're lying to me."
