2026-05-31 23:53:59That explosion wasn't just a simple explosion. The hunters, knowing how much silver can hurt us, used a special type of explosive: silver fulminate. It’s a primary explosive that, when used in the right amounts, creates quite significant detonations. They won't destroy a house, but they can easily kill two people.
In this case, they only killed my father. As for me, they left me alive with the left side of my body burned and completely blind.
Werewolf genes are powerless against the silver in the explosive, so the burn marks remained etched into my skin and gave my eyes—at least according to Chase—a silvery coloration.
My rehabilitation was long and quite difficult: besides my burns, I had to learn how to live without relying on my eyes. I maximized my common werewolf abilities and used them to survive. I learned to recognize people by their scent, their position in a room by their breathing, and I developed my hearing so much that I could understand a person’s mood just by their heartbeat.
I learned to move around without needing anyone’s help thanks to a technique I picked up over time: echolocation. It’s the same technique bats use: I listen to the reflected sound of a tongue click and can define in my mind the shape, size, depth, and density of the objects around me.
My blindness didn’t stop me even in battle: with long training, I became the best fighter in the pack and succeeded my father as Beta when, at fifteen, Chase became Alpha.
Despite his young age, Chase earned respect immediately, gaining the trust of his pack and the esteem of many allies.
As for me, they have always made the mistake of underestimating me. My enemies call me "the scarred one," but none of those who have fought me have ever had the honor of going home to tell about it.
My thoughts were interrupted by my Alpha, who called me via telepathy. I got out of bed and headed to his study. I walked through the corridors of the Pack House with a steady pace; I only allowed myself to run my hand along the wooden walls while taking the stairs. Once I arrived, I knocked and entered.
I could clearly perceive the scent of my friend, his breathing light because he was probably turned away from me. His heartbeat was slightly accelerated, so I assumed he had some important news for me.
Indeed, shortly after, he dropped the bomb: "Kaelen, I have great news: I have found my Luna."
Okay, stop everything: my best friend has found his mate. The future Luna of the pack. It’s fantastic news to know my friend will have the love of his life by his side. Werewolves, in fact, have the gift of being able to recognize their mates with a single glance, and it lasts for life. From how everyone who has experienced it describes it, when the two gazes cross, everything else disappears; you only think of him/her, only he/she exists. Your very life depends on your counterpart. It seems they are magnificent sensations, and I am more than happy that my best friend can experience them. I, however, because of my blindness, don't know if I will ever be able to recognize her. I don't know if my destiny will bind to someone else's. Despite the coldness I show everyone—except Chase, of course—it is my secret desire: to have the chance to know and love my mate. And now, paradoxically, I find myself in Chase’s office hearing this great news from the very person who, until a month ago, said: "A mate? No thanks, I prefer a beer." Word for word.
That is why I remain, to say the least, astonished by this happy news, and so I ask, just to be sure: "Really? And where did you meet her?"
"I met her when I went to Prince George to run some important errands. I got to know her; her name is Brianna Gosselin, she is eighteen, and she will soon be attending university. She is a very sweet girl with a kind heart: she has long blonde hair and eyes of a brown so light they seem golden," he explains with a sweet nuance in his voice, and as he does, I feel his heart start to beat faster while he describes every detail.
It’s over; the Alpha is gone.
"Well, congratulations, I am really happy for you. However, I don't grasp why you would need my help, given that you already know so much about her," I reply calmly, trying to bring the focus back to the main reason he summoned me.
"Oh, I would need you as support: we have to go into the human world, and the only one I trust is you. We will be there for a week, enough time to win her over and make her come with me," he exclaims, and from the tone of his voice, he seems particularly determined to succeed.
"And the pack? Don't we risk leaving it too exposed and without guidance?" I ask, not very convinced by his plan.
"My father will remain here along with all the other warriors. Besides, it will only be a week; they won't even notice my absence," he responds calmly, as if the matter didn't touch him.
His father had managed to survive the attack thanks to the fact that his allies arrived shortly after, but now he is starting to be weak and tired, especially after losing his human mate last year due to an illness. When a mate dies, a wolf has relatively little time left to live; it can be a day or a year, but it is destined to die of grief sooner or later.
"Is there anything else that doesn't convince you, Kaelen?" Chase asks, probably seeing me not very convinced.
"To tell you the truth, yes: are you really sure one week will be enough? Not that the last time I saw you, you were scaring off the female gender, but how are you so sure of yourself?" I ask, giving voice to my thoughts and trying to convince myself that his plan isn't quite as full of holes as it seems.
"Ha ha ha, very funny, Kaelen. The last time you saw me, we were ten years old. Anyway, yes, I am sure; the bond will help me," he counters, stung. Apparently, he took it personally.
"Okay, but don't take it personally, or I won't bother helping you," I say, covering my bases.
I feel his footsteps approaching me and his breath getting close when, suddenly, he hugs me. I remain stunned by this action, but I return the hug as best I can. "Thanks, brother," he exclaims happily, breaking away from me and leaving the study.
I sigh and say to myself: "This will be a long mission."
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After nearly two hours of travel, the train hissed to a final stop at Vanderhoof. As I stepped onto the platform, the sheer scale of the challenge hit me like a physical blow. The town was larger than McBride, housing over four thousand souls, and divided into two distinct districts. The density of human life here felt like a labyrinth designed to keep me from her."It won't be simple to find her in the middle of all these people," I muttered, my voice tight with frustration as we exited the station.Chase shifted his weight, his tone hardening from brotherly comfort to Alpha-level intensity. "Come on, friend. Don’t fall apart now. We need to find this blessed mate of yours and put an end to this torment. Like McBride, we start with the gathering spots—bars, restaurants, shops, schools. And the libraries. We check every single public library first.""Why the libraries?" Chase asked, his brow furrowed."Her scent... it reminds me of a new book," I replied, though the uncertainty gnawed
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The morning was a relentless blur of physical exertion, a necessary distraction from the suffocating weight of my own thoughts. I spent the hours deep within the forests bordering the town, pushing my body until my muscles screamed and my lungs burned, trying to outrun the phantom scent of chestnuts and bay leaves that haunted every breath I drew. Chase had a date with his mate, a prospect that clearly occupied every corner of his mind. He was radiant, glowing with a happiness that felt both enviable and alien. As for me, I had a mission that weighed heavier than stone. Tonight, we were scheduled to reach the next town. If she wasn't there—if this second attempt failed—I wasn't sure I could survive the crushing disappointment.To drown out the incessant chatter of my own mind, I shifted. The transformation was a familiar, jarring process, a rush of cold air meeting skin that felt too sensitive. In my lupine form, the world was not a place of sight, but a tapestry of vibrations, heat s
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The waking world didn’t greet me with the gentle morning sun; it crashed into me like a freezing bucket of icy water—a classic, brutal tactic employed by none other than Chase. I gasped, my lungs seizing as the cold liquid soaked into my clothes, pulling me violently from the dark, drug-induced abyss I had been trapped in."Wake up, you lazy bastard," Chase’s voice boomed, devoid of sympathy. "We have a train to catch in an hour. I’m sacrificing a perfectly good day with Brianna to drag you across the province to find your mate. Move."His command was absolute, leaving no room for argument or the lingering haze of the sedative. I groaned, my body feeling heavy and uncoordinated, and dragged myself up by clutching the armrest of the sofa. My head pounded, a rhythmic, pulsing throb that mirrored the instability of my heart."What do I look like?" I muttered, running a shaky hand over my face. The skin felt rough, sensitive, and somehow foreign.Chase paced the length of the apartment, t
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Chase returned around eight, the sounds of his heavy boots against the hardwood floor echoing through the silence I had cultivated in his absence. He didn't notice my stillness immediately; he was too consumed by his own narrative, his voice light and airy as he recounted the trivial, sun-drenched details of his day with Brianna. He spoke of the way she laughed, the way she looked at the city lights, and his absolute, unwavering certainty that she would make a magnificent Luna for our pack. I listened with a forced, brittle smile, playing the part of the brother-in-arms, while inside, I was drowning in an ocean of my own misery. He was standing on the threshold of a new life, a future bright with the promise of his mate, while I was anchored in the wreckage of a past that refused to stay buried. The envy that gnawed at my insides wasn't for his power or his status—it was for the simple, agonizing normalcy of being able to see the woman he loved."You haven't said a word, Aiden," Chase
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To say that my world collapsed at that moment is an understatement of the raw, visceral agony that consumed me. I had finally found my mate—the missing piece of my soul—only to lose her in a heartbeat, swallowed by the indifferent tide of a train station crowd. I knew nothing of her, not her face, not the sound of her voice, only the intoxicating ghost of her scent lingering in my senses like a bittersweet memory.It was a perfume that defied definition; a delicate symphony of roasted chestnuts, the sharp, refreshing bite of bay leaves, and the ancient, comforting smell of old books. It was a scent that spoke of secrets, of stories waiting to be told, and of a belonging I had never known. A scent that would haunt my existence forever.I had tasted the heavens, felt the rhythm of the universe pulsating in my own veins, only to be cast back into the darkest abyss of solitude. "Why, Moon Goddess?" I screamed silently into the void. "What is the meaning of this cruelty? Why show me my hea
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And that is how I found myself being tossed from one side to another on a direct train, along with my Alpha, at the main station of Prince George. We were standing in the only car packed with people, which we had managed to board at the last minute.It seems that, so as not to traumatize his mate, Chase decided to lie about where he came from, also because saying that he came from a werewolf pack located less than 5 kilometers from her, in the middle of the forest, would not have made a good impression..."You'll see, Kaelen, you'll like her too; she is simply fantastic," Chase repeated to me for the fifteenth time."For the fifteenth time, I answer that: one, it seems unlikely given my condition that I'll be able to see her; and two, seeing how you are describing her to me, I think I basically know her already," I reply, summoning all my patience."Yeah, well, it's just that I care a lot about her," he replies, almost... embarrassed."It wasn't obvious at all, look. But satisfy a cur
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