Valen

🌕🐺 Dusk fell over the forest too quickly, as if the sun itself were fleeing from something it refused to witness. The narrow path leading back to the dormitory was familiar — she had taken it countless times before. Yet that evening, the silence felt heavy, and the air carried a warning she did not understand. She never had time to scream. Pain struck suddenly, violently, as something hurled her to the ground. The world spun — a shadow too large, too fast, too wrong. Fangs. Claws. The scent of blood. She fought on instinct, desperately, but she was only human. And what attacked her was not. When darkness claimed her, the forest already belonged to the night. Valen crossed his territory at sunset, silent as the trees themselves. He stopped when the wind carried the scent of blood… and something else. Something that made his wolf rise sharply beneath his skin. He found her half-alive, abandoned like prey left unfinished. For a brief moment, he considered walking away. She was not his responsibility. She did not belong to his clan. Then he felt it. Her spirit. Her call. Destiny. The decision was made without words. The transformation was agony — irreversible, both salvation and sentence. When her body finally stilled, Valen lifted her effortlessly and carried her deeper into the forest. She did not yet know that her human life had ended. Nor that the wolf who saved her… would become her alpha.