The Broken Werewolves The Alphas

Norah hummed along to The Turtles' classic, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel as the car glided through the cool night. The lights of the town had long since faded, and now it was just the open road, the dark trees of the Blue Briar forest standing like silent sentinels on both sides of her. The massive branches of the pines and oaks seemed to stretch up into the sky, shrouded in shadow, as if trying to reach the stars but never quite succeeding. The air outside was heavy, humid with the scent of pine and earth.

It was the kind of night that made you feel small, insignificant. But Norah, for all her worries, found some comfort in the silence of it.

The car hummed along, the headlights casting an eerie glow over the winding road. She had always liked driving at night. There was something peaceful about it, something that allowed her to think without distraction. Though tonight, her mind was far from calm. She had to admit, a part of her wasn't entirely focused on the road in front of her. There was an unspoken anxiety that gnawed at her insides, a tension she couldn't shake off.

She drove below the speed limit, her eyes darting nervously from side to side, afraid that at any moment, an animal might jump out in front of her. Earlier, as she'd driven through the outskirts of town, she had passed a wolf, its body sprawled by the side of the road, lifeless. The sight of it had sent a cold shiver down her spine. She couldn't understand why, but seeing animals like that-killed by some force beyond their control-upset her deeply. It wasn't just the wolf. It was the fact that the road, the vehicles speeding by, the humans who never stopped to think about the lives they were taking for granted, had ended that creature's life. If it had died naturally, it wouldn't have hurt her so much. But the idea that someone, some careless person, had caused that death made her feel a mix of guilt and helplessness. She knew she shouldn't feel responsible, but it was hard not to.

The knot in her stomach tightened even more when her thoughts drifted to Daniel. It wasn't just the wolf. It wasn't just the empty darkness surrounding her. It was him. Daniel.

The last two weeks of her life had been nothing short of a nightmare. Since Adam had shown up at her door, explaining everything that had happened, she knew things were only going to get worse. She had always tried to protect him, but the weight of what he had done, what they had all done, was too much to ignore.

Adam had confessed it all-every detail. And as she had feared, his job with Daniel had been illegal. They had planned to steal diamonds from a businessman who had been passing through town. The man was supposed to attend a fundraiser that night, but, as fate would have it, he decided to cut his trip short because of an upset stomach. He arrived home early, just as Adam and Daniel were about to carry out their heist. The man had caught them red-handed.

Things had escalated quickly from there. Adam had tried to flee, but the businessman had managed to stop him. And Daniel-Daniel, her so-called 'friend'-had done what he always did: he ran. He left Adam behind. Left him to face the consequences alone. Norah didn't know what hurt more: the fact that Daniel had abandoned his friend in such a moment or the look of helplessness in Adam's eyes when he told her.

During the scuffle, the businessman had tripped, and both he and Adam had fallen through the coffee table. The glass shattered beneath them, and in the chaos, the man had cracked his head on the table's foot. The moment Adam had realized that the man wasn't just unconscious but dead, Norah could see the panic in his face. Adam had tried to stop the bleeding, but there was no saving him. The man was gone.