Blood
Cleopatra’s POV
His scent hit me first, sharp and pungent—definitely a rogue. My lips curled into a sneer as the rogue stepped closer, his gaze locking onto mine like a predator eyeing its prey. But he was wrong. I wasn’t prey. I was the predator.
The rogue hesitated, taking in my stance, but the hunger in his eyes didn’t waver. I could feel the shift in the air as his posture changed, readying himself for a fight. As he advanced, his eyes widened slightly, and I could smell the faint hint of fear mingled with his anticipation. He was attracted to my scent, and for a moment, I could tell he believed he had an advantage.
He was wrong.
My muscles tensed, and just as I was about to shift and finish him off, my ears caught the soft crunch of footsteps behind him. Three more rogues emerged from the shadows, their forms low to the ground, circling like vultures. They were moving in tandem, ready to surround me.
Fine. Let them come.
I stepped back, drawing them further into the forest, away from the cabin. I didn’t need Alex or his family getting caught in the crossfire, or discovering my identity. As soon as we were deep enough, I stopped. The rogues, thinking they had me cornered, smirked and closed in, their sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight.
I let my two wolves stir inside me. Their power flowed through me, dark and unstoppable, a force of nature that made my blood hum with energy. One rogue, emboldened by the silence, lunged. I moved faster than his eyes could track. My claws raked across his chest, and he let out a gurgling scream as he fell to the ground, clutching at the gaping wound.
Another came at me from behind, but I was ready. With a snarl, I shifted halfway, my claws extending, my body thrumming with the sheer strength of my wolves. I grabbed him by the throat and squeezed, feeling the bones crack under my grip. He struggled, gasping for air, but it was futile. His body went limp, and I tossed him aside like a ragdoll.
The last two circled warily now, no longer so confident. They had underestimated me. They always did. But it was too late for them.
I darted toward one, ducking under his swipe and slashing across his abdomen with a vicious precision. He fell to the ground, howling in pain. The other rogue, the biggest of the group, growled and lunged at me in a blind rage. I sidestepped, catching his neck in my claws. With one swift motion, I ripped out his throat. He collapsed at my feet, choking on his own blood.
I stood over their lifeless bodies, my chest heaving with the exertion of the fight. Blood dripped from my hands and claws, staining the ground beneath me. My heart was racing, not from fear, but from the sheer exhilaration of the kill. The wolves inside me purred with satisfaction, but I shoved them back down, regaining control.
I needed to clean up before anyone noticed. There was a small stream nearby, just beyond the cabin, where I used to wash after hunts. Without a second glance at the dead rogues, I made my way to the water’s edge.
The cool stream soothed my skin as I washed the blood from my hands and arms. I watched the crimson swirl in the water, disappearing downstream as though it had never been there. My reflection in the water showed the truth—there was no denying what I had become. My eyes gleamed with the intensity of my wolves, the power that simmered just beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed again.
Once clean, I straightened and headed back to the cabin. I needed to put on a calm face, pretend that nothing had happened. Alex and his family didn’t need to know about the rogues or how close they had come to danger. Maybe I’m putting them in more danger by being here.
As I stepped inside, Alex turned to me, his brow furrowed in concern. “What was that noise out there?”
“Nothing serious,” I said with a shrug, forcing a casual tone. “Just some wild dogs, I think. They won’t be bothering us anymore.”
Alina gave me a worried look but didn’t press further. I was grateful for that. Alex gestured toward a hallway. “You must be tired. Let me show you to a room.”
I followed him down the narrow hallway, the warmth of the fire fading as we reached a small, cozy room at the end. The bed was simple, with a thick quilt folded neatly at the foot. “Thank you,” I murmured, stepping inside.
“Um, Cleopatra,” Mr Alex called, a certain hesitation in his eyes. “Did you do something new with your…hair? It’s not how I remember it.”
“Oh yes. Just a little experiment,” I replied sharply.
As soon as the door closed behind me, I let out a long breath and leaned against the wall. Why didn’t I think of that? Good thing he bought my explanation.
The fight had been easy, too easy. My wolves wanted more, craved it even. But I needed to keep control. I had bigger problems to focus on. Like Alpha Kane. And the mess I had left behind with Williams.
I missed him. It was an ache that gnawed at my soul, growing more unbearable with each passing minute. But what was the point? I had betrayed him. There was no going back. Even now, as I lay down on the bed, exhaustion pulling at my limbs, all I could think about was him—his scent, his touch, the way he looked at me with equal parts care and frustration.
Sleep tugged at my consciousness, but as soon as I closed my eyes, the visions began.
I was standing in the middle of a battlefield, the ground soaked with blood. The air was thick with the stench of death, and all around me were the sounds of war—screeches of agony, screams of pain, the clash of claws and teeth. I looked down at my hands. Blood. My hands were covered in it, my claws dripping with crimson.
I tried to move, but my body was frozen, paralyzed by the horror of it all. And then I saw him. Alpha Williams. He was crawling away from me, his body battered and broken, covered in cuts and bruises. Blood seeped from his wounds, staining the earth beneath him.
“Alpha Williams!” I screamed, rushing toward him. But as I reached out to help him, he recoiled, a cold look of fear in his eyes.
“Get away from me!” he screamed, his voice filled with terror. “Stay away!”
I froze, my heart shattering as he dragged himself further away from me, his eyes wide with fear. “No…” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Why?”
But he didn’t stop. He just kept screaming, his voice echoing in my head, over and over.
“Get away from me!”
I reached out again, but my hands were slick with blood. His blood. What have I done?
“Williams!” I cried, but his screams only grew louder, more desperate.
“Get away!”
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