Serena pressed herself against the cold stone wall, holding her breath as those amber eyes pierced the darkness. Lucian Draven had found her hiding place. Her heart hammered against her ribs, each beat a reminder that she was trapped.
"I can smell your fear, little wolf," Lucian said, his deep voice cutting through the storm's fury. He shifted forms, muscles and bones rearranging until a man crouched at the cave entrance, rain dripping from his raven-black hair.
Serena tried to move deeper into the shadows, but pain shot through her broken arm. A whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it.
"You're injured." It wasn't a question. Lucian's eyes narrowed as he studied her in the darkness. "The fall broke more than your pride, I see."
"Leave me alone," Serena managed, her voice weaker than she wanted. "I'm not going back to either pack."
Lucian stepped fully into the cave, his massive frame blocking the entrance—and any hope of escape. Water pooled around his bare feet as he approached, moving with the careful grace of a predator.
"You misunderstand the situation," he said. "You have no choice."
Outside, new howls cut through the rain—Silver Ridge wolves, closing in on her scent despite the storm.
A smile curved Lucian's lips. "Your father is persistent. Tell me, did he look surprised when his precious daughter turned into the monster from our oldest legends?"
Serena flinched at the word "monster," but anger flared inside her, pushing back against her fear. "I'm not a monster."
"No?" Lucian crouched before her, close enough that she could see water droplets clinging to his eyelashes. "Then what are you, Serena Vale? What kind of wolf turns pitch black with purple eyes?"
The strange power stirred inside her again, responding to her emotions. Serena felt it rise to the surface, making her skin tingle.
Lucian's eyes widened. "Fascinating," he whispered, reaching toward her face. "Your eyes are glowing."
Serena jerked away from his touch. "Don't."
The howls grew louder. The Silver Ridge pack was at the base of the cliff now, searching for a way down.
"We don't have time for this," Lucian said, all trace of wonder gone from his face. "Your former pack will tear you apart if they find you. And while watching Caius Vale destroy his own daughter might be entertaining, I have other plans for you."
"What plans?" Serena demanded, trying to sound braver than she felt.
Lucian's smile returned, sharp as a blade. "Come with me, and you'll find out."
A howl, much closer this time, made them both turn toward the cave entrance. Through the curtain of rain, Serena could see wolves moving along the base of the cliff.
"Time's up," Lucian said. "Choose now. Me or them."
Serena looked at the Alpha of the Nightfang Pack—the most feared wolf in the region. His reputation for ruthlessness was legendary. The stories said he'd killed his own father to take control of the pack.
But the alternative was worse.
"Fine," she whispered. "I'll go with you."
Lucian nodded, as if he'd never doubted her answer. "Can you stand?"
Serena tried to push herself up with her good arm, but pain and exhaustion made her limbs shake. She slumped back down, ashamed of her weakness.
Without warning, Lucian scooped her up into his arms. Serena gasped, both from the pain in her broken arm and the shock of being lifted so easily.
"Put me down!" she hissed.
"Would you prefer to crawl?" Lucian asked coldly. "We need to move fast."
Before she could argue further, he carried her toward the cave entrance. Serena held her breath as he paused there, scanning the forest below. The rain had eased to a gentle patter, and moonlight broke through the clouds, illuminating the clearing.
At least four Silver Ridge wolves prowled below, noses to the ground. Among them, Serena recognized the gray fur of her father, Caius Vale.
Lucian tensed, adjusting his grip on her. "Hold tight," he murmured. "This will hurt."
Without further warning, he leaped from the cave entrance, landing on a narrow ledge below. The impact sent fresh waves of pain through Serena's broken arm, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
One of the wolves below raised its head, ears pricked.
Lucian didn't hesitate. He jumped again, moving from ledge to ledge down the cliff face with impossible agility, carrying Serena as if she weighed nothing.
When they reached the bottom, he didn't set her down. Instead, he turned away from the hunting party and sprinted into the dense forest, moving so swiftly the trees became a blur around them.
A howl rose behind them—they'd been spotted.
"They're faster in wolf form," Serena said, panic rising in her throat.
"Yes," Lucian agreed, not slowing. "But they don't know these woods like I do."
He veered sharply, ducking under low branches and leaping over fallen logs. The sounds of pursuit grew fainter as he wove a confusing path through the darkest parts of the forest.
After what seemed like hours but was probably only minutes, Lucian slowed, approaching a small stream. The water rushed black and swift, swollen by the recent rain.
"We cross here," he said. "The water will hide our scent."
Before Serena could protest, he waded into the frigid stream. The icy water made her gasp as it reached her dangling feet and legs.
"It's deep in the middle," Lucian warned. "Hold your breath if you need to."
The water rose to his chest as he pushed forward against the current. Serena clung to his shoulders, trying to keep her broken arm above water. The cold numbed some of the pain, but made her entire body shake violently.
When they reached the other side, Lucian carried her a few hundred yards further before finally setting her down beneath a massive oak tree. Its thick canopy had kept the ground beneath relatively dry.
Serena collapsed against the trunk, exhausted and shivering. Her wet hair clung to her face, and goosebumps covered her bare skin.
Lucian shrugged off his jacket—the only clothing he'd managed to grab before shifting—and tossed it to her. "Cover yourself."
She pulled it around her shoulders with her good hand, grateful for even this small warmth. "Why are you helping me?"
Lucian crouched beside her, listening to the distant howls. They were moving away, following a false trail. Relief flickered across his face before his expression hardened again.
"Don't mistake this for kindness," he said. "You have something I want."
"What could I possibly have that you want?"
Lucian's eyes gleamed in the darkness. "Power. The kind that comes once in a generation."
He reached out, gently tracing a finger along her cheek. This time, Serena was too tired to pull away.
"Do you know what an Onyx wolf truly is, Serena Vale?"
She shook her head.
"They're not cursed," Lucian said softly. "They're blessed. Onyx wolves have abilities other werewolves can only dream of. Healing. Strength. Magic that hasn't been seen in our world for centuries."
The energy inside Serena stirred at his words, as if responding to a call.
"I don't understand," she whispered.
"You will." Lucian stood, looking down at her with those calculating amber eyes. "I'm going to teach you to control it. To use it."
Fear and curiosity warred inside her. "Why would you do that?"
Lucian's smile sent a chill down her spine that had nothing to do with her wet clothes.
"Because when you learn to master that power," he said, "you're going to help me destroy the Silver Ridge Clan. Starting with your father."
The howls had faded completely now. The hunters had lost their trail.
"Rest now," Lucian said, turning away. "We move again at dawn. My territory is still half a day's journey from here."
As he walked to the edge of the clearing, Serena called after him, her voice stronger than before.
"And if I refuse to help you?"
Lucian paused, looking back over his shoulder. The moonlight caught his profile, turning his features to sharp angles and shadows.
"Then I'll leave you to your fate," he said simply. "But first, I should warn you—there's someone else hunting Onyx wolves. Someone even I fear."
He disappeared into the darkness, leaving Serena alone with his jacket and his words.
She pulled the coat tighter around her shoulders, mind racing. Power? Magic? None of it made sense. All her life, she'd been told Onyx wolves were cursed, dangerous creatures to be destroyed.
What if everything she knew was a lie?
In the distance, a new howl rose—different from the Silver Ridge wolves. Lower, more menacing.
Lucian emerged from the shadows, his expression grim.
"We need to go," he said urgently. "Now."
"What is it?" Serena asked, struggling to stand.
Lucian's eyes reflected the moonlight, turning them to liquid gold filled with something she hadn't seen in them before.
Fear.
"The Huntress," he whispered. "She's found us."