Werewolf

Kara
Lucien BlackThorn.
When I first came to the Red Shadow pack, I heard all kinds of stories about the pack and even about Ryder’s half-brother who disappeared without a trace. No one knew if he was dead or alive. After so many failed attempts to find him, his name became forbidden. Anyone who mentioned him risked the Alpha’s wrath… or his mother’s.
As I walked away from Lucien, the strong magnetic pull between us snapped tight, sending a sharp pain through my chest. I stumbled, ignoring my wolf’s demand to go back to him.
I pushed past crowded tables and bodies, moving fast. My heightened senses caught his angry curse, and then he started after me, shoving people aside.
“Kara, stop! Let’s talk,” he called, but I ignored him, not caring about the stares around us.
All I could think of was Ryder, his mocking smirk, the threats, the way he broke me down until I hated myself. His family n

Kara
I didn’t bother waiting for the music to fade or the laughter to die down. The moment the weight in my chest became too much, I excused myself and left the restaurant early. My mind felt too full, my wolf too restless, and my heart too close to spiraling.
When I stepped into the apartment, Mira turned from the TV, eyebrows lifting. “Hey, Kara. Back so early?”
“Yeah,” I forced a faint smile. “Got tired.”
It wasn’t a lie. I was tired—just not from work but everything that happened.
Mira nodded and turned back to her show. I slipped into my room and closed the door. The second it clicked shut, my shoulders dropped.
Narah stirred sharply inside me. “We’re running out of time. Start the plan”.
“I know,” I whispered.
I tossed my bag onto the bed, kicked off my heels, and pulled the folder from the drawer. The documents fanned out across my desk—Alpha Rights Transfer forms… and my divorce 

Lucien 


Kara....

Her hair fell over her shoulders in perfect waves, her green eyes widening as they set on me. Her facial expression was that of shock and disbelief. She looked even more beautiful than the last time I met her, she looked more spirited and relaxed. 

It had only been a month since that passionate wild night together, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Not for a second. 

I wasn’t one for parties or crowded celebrations but it was my friend celebrating his tenth year anniversary for his restaurant and something kept urging me to attend like the universe had a surprise for me. And I indeed, it had. 

I never really believed in fate or there’s was one person made for me until that night when I saw her looking so alone and sad at the bar. When I woke up that morning expecting to see her in my arms, I was disappointed. She disappeared. I first told myself it was just a one night thing but I found myself searching every corner of the city for her, for four weeks. 

I stepped closer, holding her up as she steadied herself. “Kara?” I called softly. 

She froze. Recognition sparked in her eyes and she stiffened, looking guarded. “Lucien,” she said cautiously. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same,” I said with a confident smile. “I have been looking for you. Why did you leave without waking me up the next morning?”

She looked around nervously, her eyes trying to evade mine. “What happened that night was a mistake, Lucien,” she muttered. 

My brows furrowed at her words. “Come,” I pulled her gently and led her to a secluded corner. “That night wasn’t a mistake to me, Kara. Not emotionally. I haven’t stopped thinking about you. I have searched everywhere for you and I was about to give up but then I met you. The Moon Goddess made our part cross again and I think this is fate.”

She looked hesitant at my words until a stubborn look crossed her face. “There is nothing special about us meeting again, Lucian. It happened and that is in the past. I’m fine without men…”she cut herself off abruptly but it was enough for me to get. 

She was running away from someone. But from who? I wondered. I wondered who the man was that hurt her and I wanted to make him pay for making her this way. 

I stepped even closer, careful to respect her personal space but refused to leave. “I don’t know who hurt you, Kara, but I am not him. I just want a chance. Give me a chance to get to know you, to show you that I am different, Kara.”

Her lips twitched like she wanted to laugh, but the humor didn’t reach her eyes. “You sure are persistent.”

I grinned. “I’m not just persistent, Kara.” I loved the way her name rolled off my lips, like it was meant to be said by me. “I’ll give you all the time in the world if I have to. Just please, let me in.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t want to put your hopes up. I don’t think I’m in the mood for anything romantic right now.” She sighed. 

“Well, you can’t tell now,” I winked at her playfully. She smiled, flashing her front teeth. It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I wanted to capture it and stare at it for eternity. 

“Your smile is beautiful,” I whispered. I was sure I looked like a creep at this moment but I couldn’t control myself. 

She blushed softly. “Thank you, Lucien,” she muttered shyly. 

“And I must say that white is definitely your color. You look amazing.”

She blushed further, averting her gaze. “Oh, shoot! I have to go. I work at this restaurant so I have things to attend to,” she said. 

Perfect. I had found an excuse to come here everyday. 

“Before I forgot, you never told me your last name,” she tilted her head with curiosity. I smiled faintly, saying the name I wish wasn’t mine. 

“Lucian BlackThorn.”

Her eyes went wide, her breath hitched. I could see shock, disbelief, pain, and anger in her eyes. “Blackthorn?” She whispered, her voice trembling. “You’re…Ryder’s… brother?” 

I didn’t answer immediately, trying to understand why she was reacting that way and watched as the tension between us rose. She shifted back a little, fear and caution in her eyes. Her hands trembled slightly as she gripped her purse. “You’re Ryder’s brother?” She repeated with disbelief. 

“We are half-brothers,” I corrected, almost annoyed. I had nothing to do with him and the only thing bringing us together was our name. At this moment, even if I wasn’t sure, I knew my brother had something to do with her crying and looking sad that night. I knew he had something to do with the intense anger reflecting in her eyes. I knew that the progress we made moments ago had vanished. 

As I moved towards her, she raised her hand to stop me from advancing. “No, don’t,” she said and without another glance at me, she walked away. I turned around, watching her as she disappeared through the crowd. 

I desperately wanted to follow her and clarify things but I knew now wasn’t the best time. 

Kara
Lucien BlackThorn.
When I first came to the Red Shadow pack, I heard all kinds of stories about the pack and even about Ryder’s half-brother who disappeared without a trace. No one knew if he was dead or alive. After so many failed attempts to find him, his name became forbidden. Anyone who mentioned him risked the Alpha’s wrath… or his mother’s.
As I walked away from Lucien, the strong magnetic pull between us snapped tight, sending a sharp pain through my chest. I stumbled, ignoring my wolf’s demand to go back to him.
I pushed past crowded tables and bodies, moving fast. My heightened senses caught his angry curse, and then he started after me, shoving people aside.
“Kara, stop! Let’s talk,” he called, but I ignored him, not caring about the stares around us.
All I could think of was Ryder, his mocking smirk, the threats, the way he broke me down until I hated myself. His family name was a curse I swore never to speak again… at least until the day I destroyed him.
I came here to

Get The Fuck Away