Chapter 3 HOME

I ran, as fast as I could, away from the pack, away from the pain. I didn't stop until I was deep in the forest, the trees towering above me like sentinels.

I collapsed on the ground, my back against a tree trunk, and let the tears flow. I was alone, completely.

I walked for hours, my feet aching and my belly heavy. I was starting to lose hope, when I saw a small, rustic cabin in the distance. Smoke was drifting from the chimney, and the smell of food wafted through the air, making my stomach growl.

I approached the cabin, feeling a sense of trepidation. Who lived here? Were they friendly?

Just as I was about to knock, the door swung open, and a kind-faced old werewolf stood before me. His eyes, a deep shade of amber, sparkled with recognition, and he smiled, " Lyra.I've been expecting you."

I was taken aback, my eyes widening in surprise. "How... how do you know me?" I stammered.

Alpha Elijah's expression was warm, and he ushered me inside. "I've known you since you were a pup, Lyra. Your father's pack and mine hav a long history.

I was given a delicious meal. As I ate, I felt a strange tingling sensation in my fingers. I looked down, and to my surprise, the scratches on my hands were healing at an incredible rate.

Alpha Elijah noticed my amazement and smiled. "you're a healer, Lyra. A rare gift."

I was surprised." I have a gift?" I couldn't believe my eyes, all my wounds were stitching back up "how do you know me?" I stammered.

Alpha Elijah's expression was warm, and he ushered me inside. "I've known you since you were a pup, Lyra. Your father's pack and mine have a long history."

I stepped inside, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. The cabin was cozy, with a fire crackling in the fireplace and a delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen.

"Please, sit down," Alpha Elijah said, gesturing to a comfortable-looking chair. "You look like you need a rest."

I sank into the chair, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over me. Alpha Elijah busied himself making tea, and I couldn't help but watch him. He moved with a quiet confidence, and I felt a sense of peace settle over me.

As he handed me a steaming cup, our fingers touched, and I felt a spark of energy run through me. I looked up, startled, and met Alpha Elijah's eyes. He smiled, his eyes cr crkling at the corners.

"You have a gift, Lyra," he said, his voice low. "A gift that will serve you well in the days to come."

I took a sip of the tea, feeling the warmth spread through my body. It was delicious, with a hint of honey and something else, something that seemed to calm my racing thoughts.

As I sipped, Alpha Elijah told me stories about my father, about his adventures and his loves. I listened, mesmerized, feeling a sense of connection to this stranger that I couldn't explain.

As the night wore on, I began to feel a sense of belonging, like I was exactly where I was meant to be. Alpha Elijah's warmth and kindness were like a balm to my soul, and I felt my heart begin to heal.

But little did I know, Alpha Elijah's kindness was just a ruse, a mask to hide his true intentions..