Chapter 2 WRONG TURN

The world felt too bright.

Too loud.

Too... human.

Layla pulled the hood of her torn sweatshirt over her head, keeping her gaze fixed on the sidewalk as she hurried away from the alley. Her legs still shook from the sprint through the forest, but the real trembling came from somewhere deeper, something her wolf couldn't calm.

She could still feel it.

That burning spark on her skin.

The mark.

Her fingers brushed the warm spot on her shoulder, and she winced. The glow had faded, but the heat lingered like a secret pressed against her veins.

She didn't know whether to scream, collapse, or keep running.

A mate mark was supposed to feel beautiful. Magical. Safe.

But hers felt like a warning.

She stepped onto the busy street, flinching at the sudden horns, the flashing headlights, the crowds of humans brushing past her without even looking.

Humans... they didn't notice anything.

If she weren't bleeding and shaking, she would've blended in perfectly.

Layla swallowed hard and pushed through the crowd, her mind spinning.

Mate... human mate... no, no, impossible...

Every step made her chest tight. Not from fear, that would've been easier to accept. This was something else. Something she didn't have a word for yet.

Her wolf whispered anxiously.

Go back.

Layla froze in the middle of the sidewalk, breath catching.

"No," she whispered under her breath. "I can't go back to him."

But her wolf disagreed, pushing against her ribs, pacing, restless.

Mate...

"Stop." Her voice cracked, and she hugged herself, ignoring the strange looks from passing strangers.

She needed distance.

She needed space.

She needed a place to think.

Layla spotted a small gas station on the corner of the street and hurried toward it, ducking behind the building where it was quieter. She leaned against the cold wall and closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing.

Her heart slowed.

A little.

But her mind refused to settle.

His face appeared behind her eyelids, sharp jawline, storm gray eyes. The way he looked at her like he knew something was wrong even before she said a word.

And the way he stared at the mark...

As if he felt it.

As if it connected them.

Layla shivered and hugged her arms tighter around herself.

He wasn't supposed to react.

Humans weren't supposed to feel mate bonds. Or sense danger before it happened. Or have the strength to pull a full grown rogue off someone with one hand.

Then again, nothing about tonight was how it was supposed to be.

A soft hum buzzed beneath her skin again.

Layla pressed her hand against her chest.

"No... please not again," she whispered.

It was the mate pull.

The bond tugging at her.

Calling her.

Begging her to come back.

Her wolf whimpered.

Go. He's close.

Layla opened her eyes sharply.

"How can he be close? I left the alley minutes ago"

Then she heard it.

Not with her ears.

With her wolf.

A heartbeat.

Deep... steady... familiar.

Her breath hitched.

"No. No, no, no"

She spun around.

He stood at the edge of the gas station parking lot, half-hidden in the shadows.

Adrian Black.

The man she marked.

The man she wasn't supposed to touch.

The man fate just tethered to her without warning.

He wasn't looking at her. Not yet. He had one hand pressed over his chest, right where the mark had flared. His jaw was tight, and his eyes were narrowed, scanning the area.

She could tell immediately,

He didn't come here by accident.

Something inside him guided him.

Just like something inside her dragged her closer.

Layla's breath caught, and for a moment, she considered running again disappearing into the night, hiding somewhere in the city where even fate couldn't find her.

But her legs didn't move.

Her wolf held her still.

And then Adrian lifted his head.

Slowly.

As if he already knew exactly where she was.

His eyes found her like magnets snapping together.

Layla swallowed hard.

He stepped toward her.

Just one step.

But it was enough to make the air tighten between them like a pulled string.

Layla squeezed her hands into fists. "You shouldn't be here."

He didn't stop.

He didn't slow.

His voice was low, calmer than she expected. "You ran out of the alley like something was chasing you."

"Something was chasing me," she whispered.

Adrian's eyes flicked over her face, taking in her swollen lip, the dried blood on her hoodie, the fear she was failing to hide.

His expression darkened.

"Who hurt you?"

Layla looked away.

"You wouldn't understand."

"Try me."

His voice was firmer this time, not angry, not harsh, but steady. Like he was trying to hold her in place without touching her.

Her chest tightened.

Her wolf leaned forward.

But Layla stepped back. "You need to stay away from me."

Adrian exhaled slowly, jaw clenching. "I would love to do that. Believe me."

She blinked in surprise.

He continued, voice lower "But ever since you touched me... something is wrong with me."

Layla's stomach twisted.

His next words made her heart drop.

"I can hear things. Feel things. Your heartbeat, for example." His eyes narrowed slightly. "Even now."

Layla's pulse stuttered.

He heard it?

From all the way across the parking lot?

He stepped closer.

"And I can smell your fear," he added quietly. "I shouldn't be able to do that."

Layla backed up until her spine hit the wall again. Her breathing quickened with rising panic.

"Please," she whispered. "Don't come any closer."

Adrian froze.

Not because he respected her plea.

But because he felt it.

That same pull. That strange connection. That invisible force that bound them whether they wanted it or not.

His chest rose and fell sharply.

"What did you do to me?" he asked again, voice rougher now.

Layla stared at him with wide, pained eyes.

"I didn't do anything," she whispered. "It's fate. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not with a human."

Adrian's expression flickered, confusion mixed with anger, mixed with... fear?

"Human?" he repeated.

Layla nodded once, slowly.

"You're not one of us," she said softly. "You're not supposed to be one of us."

Adrian took another slow step toward her, eyes dark, voice dropping into something more dangerous.

"Then what am I?"

Layla shook her head.

She didn't know how to tell him.

She didn't know if she should.

But the truth hovered between them, heavy and terrifying

He wasn't human.

And she knew the exact bloodline he belonged to.

The one she was warned to fear.

The one her father hated more than any other.

The one she was destined to destroy.

Layla met Adrian's eyes, her voice breaking as she whispered

"You're something impossible."