Fated HeartsRejected by the Moon

The wind howled through the dense forest, carrying with it the scent of pine and earth. Evelyn could taste the bitterness of fear in the air as she ran, her heart pounding in her chest, each breath coming in short, jagged gasps. Her legs burned, her muscles protesting the effort, but she didn't dare stop. Not when the shadows were closing in behind her. Not when the wolves of the Crescent Pack were on her heels.

The attack had come out of nowhere. Her village, peaceful and untouched by the violence that plagued the world of wolves, was razed to the ground in a single night. Her parents-gone. Her home-nothing more than smoldering ruins.

She could still hear the echo of the fire crackling in the distance, the anguished cries of her people as they were torn apart. The Crescent Pack had been merciless, and Evelyn had barely escaped with her life.

She stumbled over a fallen branch, her knee hitting the cold earth. Gritting her teeth against the pain, she pushed herself up again, her eyes darting around, searching for a place to hide. Her heart screamed at her to keep moving, to get farther away from the wreckage, from the pack that had destroyed everything she'd ever known.

But no matter how far she ran, the sense of dread never faded. She could feel them. The wolves. They were hunting her.

She had always known something was different about her. Her senses were sharper than the average human's, her strength far greater than what a regular person could possess. But what she hadn't known, what no one had told her, was that she wasn't just human. She wasn't even purely wolf. She was a hybrid-a blend of both, a dangerous secret that even her parents had hidden from her for most of her life.

Now, that secret had been exposed, and it had cost her everything.

The sharp snap of a twig behind her sent her heart into overdrive. She didn't need to look to know they were there. She could hear their heavy footsteps, the rustling of fur as they moved silently through the underbrush. There was no escape now.

Evelyn's eyes flicked to the trees around her, seeking any kind of cover. There. A thicket of brambles ahead, just a few yards away. She could make it if she pushed herself harder.

Ignoring the sharp pain in her side, she sprinted forward, adrenaline driving her beyond her limits. Her breath was ragged, her legs ached, but she wasn't going to stop. Not when her life was at stake.

As she neared the thicket, she could hear the growls behind her, the wolves closing in. Panic surged within her. She had never shifted before. She'd never needed to. Her hybrid nature had always kept her safe, but now-now she didn't know what to do. She could feel her wolf trying to break free, clawing at the surface, desperate to protect her. But Evelyn wasn't ready. She wasn't ready to embrace that side of her.

A sharp bark echoed from behind her, followed by the thundering of paws against the earth. They were getting closer.

Without thinking, Evelyn dove into the bramble, pushing through the thorny branches and into the dense underbrush. The sharp pain of the thorns tearing at her skin went unnoticed as she crawled deeper, her breathing harsh in her chest. She needed to get away. She needed to think.

But her thoughts were jumbled, clouded by fear and confusion. She didn't know why the Crescent Pack had attacked. She didn't know why they were after her. All she knew was that she couldn't let them catch her.

The ground beneath her trembled, and she froze. The wolves were circling her, their keen senses searching for any sign of movement. Evelyn held her breath, praying that she could remain hidden, that they wouldn't find her.

Then, she heard it. A voice-low, commanding, and full of authority. "She's here somewhere. Keep looking."

Her heart skipped a beat. The voice was male, deep and rich, sending a strange shiver down her spine. It wasn't just the voice of any wolf-it was the voice of an Alpha.

The Alpha.

Evelyn's stomach clenched as the memory surged to the forefront of her mind. She knew that voice. She had heard it before, but she couldn't place where. It was a voice that had haunted her dreams, one that had called to her in the dead of night, whispering promises of a fate she had never been prepared for.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the brush above her parted, and a pair of golden eyes met hers from the shadows.

Alfred.

She had heard stories about him. The Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack. Ruthless. Cold. Unforgiving.

And yet, those golden eyes seemed to burn with something else-something that made her blood run cold, even as it stirred something deeper inside her, something she had buried for years.

Alfred stepped into the clearing, his powerful frame cutting through the darkness like a predator hunting its prey. His presence was overwhelming, his power unmistakable. Evelyn's pulse quickened as he neared, every instinct telling her to run, to flee before it was too late.

But she couldn't move.

"You shouldn't be here," Alfred said, his voice low and laced with something dark. His gaze flicked to her bruised and bloodied face, and for the briefest moment, she thought she saw a flicker of something-concern, maybe? No. It was gone too quickly to be sure.

"I didn't ask for this," Evelyn said, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to remain strong. "I didn't ask for any of it."

Alfred's expression softened for the briefest of moments, but it was fleeting. "You never do."

The words seemed to echo in her mind, and she felt an undeniable pull toward him, an invisible thread tying her to the Alpha. It was a bond she had never wanted, never asked for, but here it was, binding them together in a way that felt both terrifying and inevitable.

"Get up," Alfred commanded, his voice like velvet, but with an edge that made it clear there was no room for disobedience.

Evelyn's body tensed, her mind screaming at her to run, but her legs wouldn't cooperate. She was trapped, caught between the Alpha and the wolves who would stop at nothing to claim her.

"Please," she whispered, her breath hitching. "I just want to survive."

For a long moment, Alfred said nothing. His eyes bored into hers, his expression unreadable. Then, without a word, he stepped closer, his hand reaching out toward her.

"Survive?" he repeated softly, his fingers brushing against her cheek. "You're not alone anymore."

The touch sent a jolt of electricity through her, and Evelyn's world spun as her senses flared to life, the undeniable pull between them stronger than ever.

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Evelyn's breath caught in her throat as Alfred's hand lingered against her skin, his touch sending an inexplicable wave of warmth and discomfort coursing through her. She tried to pull back, to escape the sensation, but something in her stopped her. Something deeper than fear, something primal, tugged her closer to him.

She could see the uncertainty in his eyes, the flicker of something beneath the cold exterior. It was an emotion she couldn't quite place. It unsettled her.

"What do you want from me?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rush of adrenaline in her veins.