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Chapter 2

Meira

Three Days Later.

My pulse races. Something is following me.

I twist around in the middle of the forest as a blur races amidst the dense woods toward me. Two legs, so definitely not an animal. A Shadow Monster? God, please don’t let today be the day my good luck runs out.

I turn and run. The late-day sky cloaks the woods with an ominous gloom. I should have found a place to hide by now. Never stay out at night. All kinds of creatures slink out with the darkness.

My breaths are harsh and jagged.

A quick look over my shoulder shows a man is thundering toward me like a beast. Nostrils flaring, his is mouth gaping, and those huge eyes are locking on me. A flint of wolf sparks in his gaze.

My stomach drops.

Shit, not again. Please not again.I’ve kept away from the packs, and I haven’t seen any shifters for days since escaping from the plane. Where the fuck did this one come from?

He pounces, slamming into me. I tumble to the ground with a grunt while I convulse with terror.

Strong hands snatch one of my ankles to haul me backward. I jerk around and kick him in the face. Then I scramble away from under him and bolt, my feet pounding to the ground. Panic knots in my gut. Sex is all he wants from me, and I shiver uncontrollably at the thought.

He throws himself on top of me, shoving me down. With a snarl, he rolls me over onto my back. The fuckhead clutches my throat and squeezes hard. Hot, rancid breath streams from his gaping mouth.

I punch his head over and over.

His lips curl upward, revealing razor-sharp canines, and he attacks. Teeth scrape and dig into the curve between my neck and shoulder. My flesh tears, the pain excruciating.

I scream and buck my body against him. He’s so heavy and unmovable. Panic twists my mind.

Suddenly, he’s ripped off me. I scramble to get up and reach the bite mark. It stings horribly, and I cup the wound to stop the bleeding that’s worming through my fingers.

A cacophony of snarls and growls explodes in front of me. I recoil until I hit a wall. Fright paralyzes me as I clutch my wound.

Midnight-black fur is all I see from the wolf that rips into the other shifter. It’s enormous, twice the size of a normal wolf, and in complete control of this battle. He leaps after the man, crashing down onto him and biting down onto his neck. The crunch of bone echoes, and I shudder.

Repulsed, I jump to my feet and charge out of there, the attacking man getting what he deserves.

A low rumble comes from behind me, and I spin around to find the black wolf trotting practically right on my heels. Trees crowd in around me, and I can’t breathe. I’m suffocating with dread.

He growls at me, his nose creased, his fangs exposed. His fur bristles.

I cringe and almost die on the inside. I throw my hands out in front of me. “Please. I’m leaving your woods. Don’t hurt me.”

My heel catches on a tree root, and I’m falling. I scream as my heart slams to the back of my throat.

I hit the ground hard, and my hand instinctively seizes a thick branch near me. This isn’t how I want to die. I hurl the stick at the wolf, who seems to be shimmering. His body convulses, fur shrinking, the long nose drawing into the body. Bones crack, the popping noise of skin splitting and knitting together. I’ve watched others transform, but I’ve never experienced it myself to know if it feels as painful as it looks.

Power pricks over my arms. The hairs on my neck shift.

It all happens in a heartbeat. Gone is the wolf, and in its place is a man standing over me completely naked. His icy blue eyes burn into me with the intensity of a raging storm.

My mind freezes over. I’ve avoided capture by wolves for the past few days by returning to the woods I’d been living in for years, so it’s just my luck that I run into two wolves today. Fear twists my insides because I only barely escaped the others.

Shaggy, dark hair feathers around his chiseled face, cascading over his shoulders. He is huge, tall, and broad. Not that I expect anything else from an Alpha. His scent smothers my senses, and my wolf pushes and prods against my insides to get a closer smell.

He studies me, his attention falling to my mouth, then lower. My skin pricks with a shiver, my nipples pebbled in response.

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