Myra's POV.

The wicked chill I felt earlier as my heart pounded had disappeared, and now I was surrounded by a warmth that my body craved, one into which I leaned as I wrestled my legs, swinging, and I was nestled on a warm, beating chest.

Was I being carried? I had no idea what was happening, but I felt like I was moving, yet I couldn't open my eyes. Even when the whispers grew loud enough to sound like two people, my body seemed to be in shutdown mode, and I was unable to lift a finger to resist.

That's what brings me back to the altered memories, which played out like a long horror movie, all the way up to the point where I was back at the accident again, but this time, instead of stopping at the moment the glass broke as it always did. It passed a limit that unlocks my memories.

I was stuck in the overturned car with my teddy bear bag, still belted to the seat, when I saw something unbelievable - feet that weren't fully human or animal, but had hind legs. As the creature knelt under the car, it raised its ugly head and freakish eyes, revealing legs with claws, a stark and shocking sight.

I let out a scream, but my throat was constricted as I sat up from my nightmare, finding myself in an eerie, cold room that seemed to have been abandoned for a long time.

But I couldn't think of anything else at that moment, as the loud alarm in my head screamed that I'd been taken and was in an unfamiliar place! I looked down to see my leg had been patched up with a torn cloth and my vest had been exchanged for a dark shirt and i was wearing nothing underneath. As someone saw me naked, I clung to it, feeling mortification spread across my face.

I tiptoed off the twin bed, walking over the wooden floorboards and praying no creaks in my steps would be heard. The door was half ajar and thrown off the hinges as I edged closer to the base of the house, where a soft light illuminates what looks like the living room. And that's when I hear the voices,

"Are you truly sure, Draven? You're sure your bite changed her, but that isn't possible with your kind; it's forbidden!" I hear a female voice hiss, sultry as honey and likely to lure you in, but I felt that it wasn't human; they both weren't. What have I gotten myself into? I backed away a bit, stiffened, and paused in my steps when I heard the second companion's voice.

Something in my core shifted in his voice. "That's why I brought her here," he called. "I want to make sure, so we have to let her wake up and then carry on with your test." I clasped a hand to my mouth to hold my gasp.

"So why are you pretending? Why are you acting like you don't know she's right behind that wall, listening to us?" The female says, her icy amusement evident in her tone, which sets my heart pounding. I backed away just as his head turned to my hiding spot.

I backed away as I slammed into a tall shelf, one I instantly pushed to the ground to block his path as I immediately lunged for the open window. As I rolled outside the house, I was shocked to see it was a cabin, which was surprising given its massive interior. Without hesitation, I sprinted across the woods, not stopping to ask questions or wonder how I could run on my wounded leg.

"No, no, No!" I whimpered, realizing there was no way in hell I was going to be used as a bloody experiment or whatever the hell they were planning! Was it just me, or were the trees passing by in a blur? What the hell? I know I'm not that fast, right? But I didn't stop, ducking below a muddy field as I skipped over the boulders and twisted vines.

A chill went up my spine as I realized I was being followed and he was gaining on me fast. It was like he was the predator and I was the prey. Well, Jesus fucking Christ. I sprint past the wet field and into the cool grass, praying to reach safety and escape his grasp, but just as I do, a hand clamps down on my shoulders, sweeping me into a strong embrace, and we both tumble to the grass.

Although I fought to break free from the inhuman hold on my body, he was too strong. "Let me go! Help me! Someone help!" I scream.

"Will you stop moving for just one second, Myra?" His strong, ancient accent made me pause when he called my name, and I stopped wriggling, my harsh breath calming as my back lay flat on the cold grass.

He rolled me over, trapping my legs between his, and pinned my hand across my chest, holding it firmly to prevent me from escaping. When I finally looked up at him to see my captor, I'm sure my eyes were as wide as saucers.

I expected him to resemble a serial killer, with a missing eye, a patchy beard, an eye patch, and a bald head. But he looked like a Greek god instead. His icy deep green eyes locked onto mine as I memorized every detail of his face.

His lashes cast a shadow over his eyes, as well as his perfectly lined brows, chiseled jaw, and neatly trimmed beard, which extended to his midnight black hair. His shoulder-length hair swooped backward, casting a shadow over my face with its wavy cascade.

I bit my inner lips, reminding myself that this wasn't a fairy-tale meeting but a kidnapping. "Who the hell are you, and how do you know my name?"

"I'll answer if you come to the cabin with me," his deep voice rumbled, causing my insides to flutter. What the hell is wrong with me? I needed to get away. "I am not going anywhere with you; you kidnapped me..." When I saw his eyes had turned a deeper scarlet red, the same color as the wolf, the words die on my lips.

My memories flashed back to the blurry transformation I saw - the black wolf shifting into a man - and everything clicked into place just as he released me, but I remained frozen in shock.

Based on what I'd seen, I doubted I could escape, as he would catch me again, so I pulled myself up, clutching my aching wrist in amazement and horror at what he had become.

"You...you are that wolf...aren't you?" He didn't answer, but his silence proved my question immediately.

"... T-that isn't scientifically possible...so how?" I exclaimed breathlessly, feeling my grip on reality slipping as I struggled to comprehend what I was seeing. Then, as our eyes met, he leaned in close to me.

"You might not believe it, but i am a werewolf, Myra," As our gazes lock, I feel my insides tremble again. "So, what does that have to do with me? "You bit me, ran away, and your goons came after me to try and kill me, but I have nothing you want!" I rage back.

"You have everything I've been looking for and a question that I'll answer, but one thing that you have to know first is that I am sorry," He called, and I raised my brows in confusion.

"my name is Draven Ashwulf and you want not believe it, but You are a werewolf now, I don't know how, but my bite caused it," As the air thickens with silence after his words, and I burst into hysterical laughter.

"Ok , ok,...you almost got me," I said to him, just as his eyes shifted to the small creek by my side, as if urging me to look; I turned and crawled towards the small pond, and when I gazed into it, my stomach drops at the sight of my reflection.

I stared back at an uncanny silver-metallic hue that glowed like polished steel crystals in my eyes, and dread filled my entire body as I trembled, tracing my glowing eyes and peeking canines with shaking hands.

My bones chilled from the realization as i began to recall my untamable hunger, the heightened senses and my unnatural strength. How i was able to escape and run that fast with a deep wounds in my leg, and now my eyes.

And oh shit, maybe I was a werewolf after all.

MYRA'S POV.

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I was a werewolf.

It felt like the world was closing in on me after he told me that his bite had turned me Into a werewolf. I couldn't grasp it, nor could I breathe, but the glowing silver orbs staring back at me from my reflection in the water pond said otherwise.

I jolted back and landed on my ass, my heart pounding. "This is a dream; this is just a terrible dream," I muttered, yet no matter how I squeezed my eyes shut, the dread wouldn't go away, and neither would he.

This had to be a prank, a messed-up one; it just had to be, but the burn on my wrist from where he held me earlier felt too real for me to say it wasn't real.

I looked at the male, his eyes watching me; maybe he thought I'd likely run away. As much as I wanted to, I hoped this was all a nightmare; the only thing my body wanted to do was throw up.

"No, no, this can't be possible. I'm just a normal human. I have dreams of starting my practice to help animals. I cannot be a freaking werewolf?! You can't hold me here. I have my appointment today; I have to get to the meeting with my realtor-"

"Myra!" His voice boomed at me, his hands heavy on my shoulders. That's when I noticed my body still trembling as I turned to look at him. There was an odd, unreadable look in his eyes as he stared at me. Like there was conflict in what he was about to do.

"Please, please don't hurt me," I begged just as I felt a stinging chop at my nape. It was swift and clean, and my legs turned to jelly as my body faltered forward, immediately caught by his large, brooding figure.

I was half awake when I felt him place me on his shoulders. With my arms swinging and body dull, I couldn't move, like I was partially paralyzed, as he took me back into the unfamiliar woods that led to hidden trails into the dark cabin.

"Please tell me you didn't kill her." The female's voice rings with panic once more with a frustrated sigh as he drops me on the couch.

My eyes were shut close, but I could hear everything as I tried to trick my fingers into moving while I heard him talk with irritation.

"She was being stubborn. It was this way, or the latter, and no, I didn't fucking kill her, not yet, if she is still useful. I need to know what she injected me with when I was unconscious; that might be the key to the Canix virus."

"Alpha..."

"Don't talk like there isn't hope. I'm a living testament of my curse being gone, so do what you have to do, tear her open to find out; I don't care," he called, and my heart lurched at my throat. Stupid mutt bastard, oh god, he was annoying and ruthless. How could he say that?

I wonder how that lady copes with him when he's trash. I finally maneuver my eyes and body to move. I groan out in frustration, my noise instantly bringing both their attention as they stare at me.

"Will you fucking sit still this time, or will I have to tie you with chains, human?" He called darkly, and I felt a deep chill in my bones. He wasn't joking, and a part of me is sure I wouldn't leave here without a broken bone if I tried to run out again.

"Look, I will cooperate with you; just don't rip me open to try to sell my organs. I'm just a normal human."

"You were..." That sultry voice speaks one more time, and I turn my gaze to look at the female, and sunrise fills my gaze when I look up to her stature.

She was tall, inhumanly slender, and at least six feet with surreal black hair that was almost blue, her porcelain skin as pale as her lashes like bird feathers secreted shadows.

But what took my breath away was her pointy ears, not fucking human at all, and her coral dark eyes that were far too dark and irises too huge for a human. She was part of the freak show going on right now. Well, fuck me twice.

"My name is Sinsa. I'm the gatekeeper to the realm and the next, and a trusted guardian to the prince-"

"Enough, she doesn't need all that; she isn't part of us." He growls.

Ouch. Talk about being a cruel douchebag.

My throat dried, and a painful feeling tugged at my heart. He was right; I wasn't a part of whatever this was. I just needed a cure, and then I'll "-ouch!" I jump as Sinsa had pricked a needle into my arm.

Her eye showed nothing surprised as she turned to the male. "Humans are very fickle creatures, aren't they?" He called placing my blood into a vial contraption.

That's when I look around, and I fully take in the space to see that I was in some kind of small lab. Well, this was better than being cut open.

I watched her brows slowly form into confusion as he looked at me and then back to the vial, like my blood had turned the once white substance gold.

"This is...I don't know what this is," she says to the notorious male who watches me with crossed arms, his gaze darkened at me, "but she isn't supposed to exist in this place, or this world. This is a phenomenon I can't explain...only 'she' could be able to explain it."

"You know I can't trust her, not after all this time, and Miss Myra will be seen as taboo if I'm to tell them the truth of how she'd turned; this has never been possible, and it could lead to death," he hissed.

My hope deflated, and horror grew with each word.

Well, wasn't this just great? Not only was I a werewolf, changed and bitten, but it was an abominable mistake that could potentially be killed to keep his secret.

My life was over.

The air was thick with a rising, deathly tension between the fae female and the werewolf, who shared a conflicted look between them for what's to come, and Myra didn't like any of it at all.

Well... Isn't this so convenient? They already sealed her fate.

"I'm dead, aren't I?" Myra's voice shattered the silence between Sinsana and Draven; his gaze slowly shifted to her as his irritation grew, and he pushed himself off the wall to stand beside her.

"What?"

"I mean, there isn't any way you will just let me go, and I know for a fact what being exterminated means, but this is your fault. I just wanted to help you after you freaking fell into my yard, and now I'm here because you bit me," she calls, her fingers pointed to him.

Sinsa remained silent, her amused expression revealing her fascination with the banter and dynamics between the two, as Draven approached Myra with a snarl in his tone.

"Last time I checked, I didn't force you to help me. If you'd just stayed inside and minded your business, maybe I wouldn't have bitten you in my Canix stage."

"Oh, color me stupid for trying to help an animal in need. I am a doctor, a vet; that's what I do. I help animals, and it didn't sit right with me that an animal was suffering. Glad I'm so stupid." Myra called, tugging down her brown locks.

"You aren't going to die. As long as you are in the human plane, no one will question what you are, but you have to quit your job. Until we find a cure, you are an anomaly and shouldn't be alive, and your shift could be at any time, so-"

"-so nothing, I am not one of you; you made that very clear, so just let me leave. I promise I won't tell anyone about you or Sinsa," she pleads, looking into his eyes.

For a fleeting moment, she saw conflict in his eyes, but it was quickly masked by his cold gaze as he pulled away from her.

He hadn't even realized how close he'd gotten, with their lips mere inches apart, but he pulled away.

For a moment, Myra's head spun from the dizzying combination of his musk and scent, which smelled like spice and pine. Was his perfume overpowering, or what was it about it that made her feel that way?

"Can you guys argue outside the room?" Sinsa's voice breaks the tension as they both huff out in frustration. They walk out of the room, with Sinsa as the lead; they head towards the familiar door, and that's when he sees the bed she'd woken up from.

The room looked quite spacious and less dusty than it was before, or it was just her imagination. "I cleaned it up earlier. Hopefully it's more comfortable now," she called to Myra with a kind smile.

However, it still upset Myra. Was it all real, or was it just in her head? Was this just her father's madness getting to her? She hung by the door, watching Sinsa head back towards her lab.

Now alone with Draven, their eyes locked, and a keen awareness grew within her core. She phased out as she walked into the room.

"You know, I still don't understand why your eyes are a silver color. I've never seen this kind of wolf eyes before. You are something special, Dr. Emerson," Sinsa says to her, and Myra feels her heart skip at that but turns to the still brooding alpha who watched her, an unreadable expression that screams danger.

"This is all your fault," she mutters to him before she slams the door in his face. She had a strong urge to pull his head out, but instead, she stroked it. She feels her joints ache as she walks to the bed.

As she crouched closer, folding her legs to her chest and closing her eyes, the ache worsened, and she silently prayed that Sinsa's test would be a real cure for her affliction.

"I can't be a werewolf; I just can't," she muttered, finally letting the tremble in her shoulders show. She was terrified, and there was a churning dread that she couldn't escape this place.

She dozes off for a few minutes, but wakes up feeling hot and clammy, struggling to breathe; she groans, tossing and turning on the bed as Sinsa walks in.

As she saw her shirt discarded on the bed, her eyes locked onto Myra, who was naked, her hair covering her torso, and what was left of her dignity, crouched on the bed. With the shirt around her face, she inhales shamelessly.

"Oh my... Myra, what's wrong? Talk to me," she calls out, as Myra struggles to speak a word; Sinsa immediately calls for Draven, and seconds later the alphas arrive.

His eyes immediately darkened as a hand flew to cover his nose. "This can't be happening..." he said with furrowed brows, looking at Sinsa, who stood confused.

"What is it?"

"She is in heat..."

"What? You mean her body is already altering to that of a she-wolf? Isn't that too soon? And dangerous?" Sinsa calls.

"Before her scent gets out, we need to find a way to quell it before rogues banished to this land can smell her; they are curious and have a taste." Draven calls, his voice crackling, like he was fighting it and struggling to keep sane, because he was.

The most alluring scent he'd ever encountered spun his head and senses. Myra, whose nose twitched, opened her eyes, her gaze immediately locking with Draven as she reached a trembling hand for him.

"Please...help me...it hurts..." She calls, and Draven stares at Sinsa. There were no suppressants to help a newly turned wolf, especially one about whom they knew nothing. He hadn't needed suppressants for the past decades, thanks to his Canix.

But Draven knew how he could help as he cursed under his breath, "Fuck...Sinsa, leave the room..." he ordered the fae, whose brows raised. "Now..." As the fae made her way out of the room, he snarled, making himself scarce.

As soon as the door locked, he removed his shirt and approached the bed, and Myra instantly clung to him like a child, her nose pressed against his neck, taking deep whiffs of his scent.

Her core pulsed with intense heat at every touch, and Draven knew what he had to do, pushing until her body leaned against the headboard, her silver-hued eyes delirious with need and her black pupils dilated with desire. "Please touch me, please; I feel so hot down there... "I need to cum." Myra begged as Draven struggled to resist his own desires to go further.

His hands grasped her waist as they both clutched the headboard, her legs open, while the bulge in his pants grew and ached to be free, pulsating with each moan-filled breath Myra took.

"Touch yourself, Myra," he shouts out, "and take what you need from me; my scent will help you." As she opens her legs, she hisses with each touch to her sensitive flesh.

Her pupils darkened as she pulled Draven forward, pushing her neck into the crook of his neck, and began to stroke her pussy. When she first touched her clitoris, she let out a hiss, and the alpha watched.

"Yes...that's it..." he calls, his throat dry, his eyes glancing down to her entrance, where the wet streak of her pussy aligns with her fingers, and Draven's breath thickens, especially since his eyes are fixed on her sex.

The wood on the bedpost cracked under his fingers as he struggled to resist the urge to touch that aching pussy, instead watching her fingers stroke faster and faster. Her cries and moans weren't helping his sanity, but he fought it, looking like he was in pain. "Yes, just like that. I can't smell your scent getting thick; you're almost there. Stroke that pussy for me," He whispered.

"Ngh...ugh...please, I want to come," she begged just as Draven reached forward, licking her earlobe and giving the command that had her erupting in flames.

"Cum for me Myra..." She explodes in ecstasy, a mind-blowing storm that catches the alpha off guard as her body goes limp and her head falls onto his shoulders, her hot breath whispering in his ears as she spasms through her climax.

As he reached down, his touch gave her skin a pink flush, and he licked her nape to cover her scent with his, and the wet drip on her fingers was an inviting temptation. He was tempted to push further, taking her fingers in his mouth to taste her.

What the actual fuck? He thought to himself as he pushed himself away from her, standing up from the bed and walking to the door with a strained ache in his pants and steps.

If he didn't get far away from Myra Emerson Moons, she was going to be his downfall; he needed to find a way to cure her.

And soon.