The night was quiet, too quiet for a werewolf home. Crickets whispered outside, and the moonlight spilled through the cracks of the garage door.

Favour pressed her back against the hood of Ibrahim’s car, her heart pounding faster than his engine ever could. His scent rich, dominant, addictive wrapped around her like a spell.

“I shouldn’t be here,” she whispered, voice trembling. “If my father finds out”

“He won’t,” Ibrahim murmured, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You know I’d fight the world for you.”

She smiled weakly. “You can’t fight my father, Ibrahim. He’s not just a man he’s an Alpha and a pastor.”

Ibrahim chuckled under his breath. “Then let him pray against me.”

Her laugh came out broken. “You don’t understand… he believes loving outside our pack is sin.”

Before he could answer, their lips met soft at first, then desperate. She clung to him like he was her only air. For a second, the world felt silent. Just them. Just love.

Then the garage door burst open.

“FAVOUR!”

Her father’s voice thundered through the air like a storm. He stood at the doorway in his pastor’s robe, eyes glowing gold with Alpha rage. Behind him, two pack guards stepped forward.

Favour froze. Her hands slipped from Ibrahim’s chest.

“Daddy”

“Don’t ‘Daddy’ me!” he roared, slamming his fist against the car. “In the garage of my house? With him?”

Ibrahim straightened, his voice calm but firm. “Sir, I love your daughter. We mean no harm.”

“Love?” the Alpha spat. “You dare speak of love in my house? My daughter is not meant for your kind. You think your wealth can buy her purity?”

“I don’t need to buy her,” Ibrahim said. “She’s not a thing to be owned.”

The Alpha’s hand cracked across his face before the words finished leaving his lips. Favour screamed.

“Father, stop! Please!” she begged, tears burning her eyes.

Her father turned his glare on her. “You have defiled this home. You’ve brought shame upon my name and my God.”

“She’s done nothing wrong!” Ibrahim yelled. “If anyone’s wrong here, it’s you for turning love into sin!”

“Guards!” the Alpha barked. “Lock him up. Tonight, his family will pay for his arrogance.”

“No!” Favour ran toward Ibrahim, but her father grabbed her arm, yanking her back. “Daddy, please! He didn’t force me I wanted this. I love him!”

The Alpha’s eyes darkened, his voice shaking with fury. “Then you’re no daughter of mine.”

Her knees gave out. “You can’t mean that…”

But he turned away coldly. “Take her inside. Wash her spirit. She’s been tainted.”

The guards seized Ibrahim, dragging him across the driveway as he shouted her name. Favour’s cries echoed through the night, each one slicing deeper than the last.

Inside, she was thrown into her room. The door locked behind her.

“Father, please!” she banged the door till her palms bled. “Don’t hurt him! Please!”

But her father’s voice was gone, swallowed by the howls of the pack outside.

Hours passed. Her mother’s voice never came. Her phone had been taken. All she could do was stare at the window, praying Ibrahim was safe.

Then the howls stopped. Silence.

Favour’s chest tightened. “Ibrahim…” she whispered, tears streaking her face.

She didn’t know it yet, but that night was the beginning of everything

the lies, the pain, the betrayal, and the long road that would one day lead them to a lost island where love and tragedy would share the same breath.

She pressed her forehead against the windowpane, whispering the name that was already carved into her soul.

“Ibrahim… I’ll find you… even if it kills me.”

Favour’s heart hadn’t stopped racing since that night in the garage.

Her father hadn’t spoken to her since catching them together Ibrahim’s lips still burned on her memory like a curse. The moment she closed her eyes, she saw her father’s rage, his clenched fists, and the silence that followed. Silence that cut deeper than any slap could.

Days turned to weeks, and the distance between them grew. But Ibrahim didn’t stay away. He called. He texted. He waited. Every night, his car would be parked down the street, headlights dimmed, just enough for her to know he was still there.

Tonight was no different. Favour slipped out of her house in a hoodie, her breath misting in the cold air. She could hear the faint hum of his engine before she even reached the gate.

When she opened the passenger door, Ibrahim smiled weakly, his eyes dark with exhaustion.

“You shouldn’t be out here,” she whispered, sliding into the seat.

He didn’t answer right away. He just stared ahead, hands gripping the steering wheel. “You haven’t replied to my texts in three days.”

“I couldn’t. My dad confiscated my phone,” she said quietly. “He doesn’t want me seeing you.”

“I figured.” His jaw tightened. “He’s not wrong to hate me. But he’s wrong about why.”

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

Ibrahim hesitated. “Favour… there’s something I haven’t told you.”

Her stomach dropped. “Don’t do that. Don’t talk like you’re hiding something again.”

“I’m not hiding anything bad,” he said quickly. “But it’s something your father already knows something that’s making him keep you away from me.”

He reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a folded document. Favour’s hand trembled as she opened it. It was a faded paper, stamped with a government seal. Her eyes darted across the page birth registration, two names under “parents.” Her father’s name wasn’t there.

“What… is this?” she whispered.

“My father gave it to me last week,” Ibrahim said. “It’s your real birth record. Your father adopted you when you were just a year old.”

Her breath hitched. The world around her blurred.

“No,” she said, shaking her head, “that can’t be true. My mom she told me”

“She didn’t lie,” Ibrahim cut in softly. “She just never told you everything.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. Favour’s heartbeat pounded so loud she could hear it echo in her ears.

She had spent her whole life trying to earn her father’s love, to be the perfect daughter, to obey every rule he made. And now… none of it made sense.

Tears welled in her eyes. “So he’s not my father.”

Ibrahim reached over, taking her hand. “He is, Favour. Maybe not by blood, but by choice. But I think he’s been hiding this from you because he’s scared scared of losing control over you. Scared of what you might find out about where you really come from.”

“Where I come from?” she whispered. “You mean… there’s more?”

Ibrahim hesitated again. “That’s the part I’m still figuring out. My dad mentioned something strange. He said your biological family disappeared years ago during one of those unexplained attacks outside the city.”

Her head snapped up. “Attacks?”

He nodded. “Wolves, Favour. Real ones. But not normal ones. There were rumors… about a bloodline. A girl who could sense danger before it came. A girl who wasn’t meant to survive.”

Favour’s hand slipped from his. The air in the car grew heavy, the temperature dropping with every breath she took.

“Ibrahim, stop,” she whispered. “You’re scaring me.”

“I’m not trying to scare you. I’m trying to protect you. Because if what my dad said is true…” He looked at her, eyes glowing faintly just for a second, like a reflection of moonlight. “Then you’re not just anyone, Favour. You’re one of them.”

Favour jerked back, her pulse racing. “One of who?”

Before he could answer, the car’s lights flickered once, twice then died completely. Darkness swallowed them. Ibrahim cursed under his breath, turning the ignition, but the engine refused to start.

Outside, a low growl echoed through the night.

Favour froze. “Did you hear that?”

Ibrahim’s expression hardened. “Stay in the car.”

“No, Ibrahim”

“Stay!” he barked, stepping out into the cold. His voice was sharp, commanding almost not human.

Favour’s breath came out shaky as she watched him disappear into the dark. The sound came again closer this time. It wasn’t just one growl; it was several, overlapping, circling.

Then silence.

Favour’s hand reached for the door handle, trembling. “Ibrahim?” she called out. No response. Her heart pounded against her ribs as she slowly opened the door, stepping out into the misty street.

And that’s when she saw it a faint trail of glowing blue light leading into the trees behind the road. It pulsed like a heartbeat, vanishing and reappearing.

She took one cautious step forward. Then another.

The ground beneath her vibrated softly, like something was moving underneath.

Her eyes widened, and before she could scream, a hand warm, strong, familiar grabbed her wrist from behind.

“I told you to stay in the car,” Ibrahim’s voice growled, but his eyes his eyes were glowing fully now, bright and wolfish under the moonlight.

Favour’s breath hitched. “Ibrahim… what are you?”

He looked away for a long moment, then back at her.

“Not the one you should be afraid of,” he said quietly. “They’ve found you, Favour.”

And before she could ask who they were, the air filled with howls dozens of them coming from the darkness beyond the trees.

The howls tore through the still air like screams.

Favour froze where she stood, her breath coming out in ragged clouds. The road behind her was empty, and Ibrahim had vanished into the trees. All she could hear was the forest shifting dry leaves rustling, low growls weaving through the mist.

“Ibrahim!” she shouted again, voice cracking.

No reply. Only silence.

Then, from the darkness movement. Shadows darting between the trees. The air grew heavier, the scent of wet earth and something metallic filling her nose. Her instincts screamed run, but her legs refused to move.

And then a figure burst out of the woods.

Ibrahim.

But not the Ibrahim she knew. His shirt was torn, his hands slick with blood not his, she hoped. His eyes glowed brighter now, fully golden under the moonlight. His veins pulsed with light, like something inside him was trying to break free.

“Get back in the car!” he shouted, his voice rough, echoing.

Favour stumbled backward. “What’s happening?!”

“They’re here for you,” he said through gritted teeth. “Don’t ask questions, just”

A massive shadow lunged from the darkness, knocking him to the ground. The sound of claws on asphalt scraped the night. Favour screamed as Ibrahim rolled, striking the creature a wolf, twice the size of any normal one its eyes glowing silver.

Another one appeared behind her. Favour spun, heart hammering, and tripped on the curb. The wolf pounced but before it could reach her, Ibrahim roared, leaping between them.

For a moment, the world froze.

His form shifted, bones cracking, muscles expanding his clothes tore apart as fur rippled across his skin. Favour stared in shock, unable to breathe.

“Ibrahim…” she whispered.

But he wasn’t listening. He was fighting.

He slammed into the wolf, claws flashing, teeth snapping. The sound was primal, raw, unreal. Blood splattered across the road as the beasts clashed under the moonlight.

Favour crawled backward, trembling, tears streaming down her face. She wanted to help, to scream, to run but her body locked in place.

Then, out of nowhere, a dart whistled through the air. It hit Ibrahim in the shoulder. He staggered, growling, and another dart hit his chest.

“Run!” he roared, his voice half-human, half-beast.

Favour turned and something heavy struck her from behind.

Everything went black.

She woke to the hum of an engine. Her head throbbed, her wrists were bound. The smell of metal and disinfectant filled her lungs. She blinked, trying to focus. She was in a van cold, dimly lit, and moving fast. Two figures sat in front, their faces hidden under dark hoods.

“Where… where are you taking me?” she managed to whisper.

Neither answered. One of them glanced at her through the rearview mirror, his eyes pale gray not human.

Her heart dropped. “Please,” she begged. “I didn’t do anything. I just want to go home.”