The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 49: Chapter 49: I didn’t Shift..

Selene’s POV~~

The howl cut through the forest like a blade. It was deep, fierce, and laced with something that made the hairs rise along my arms. It was filled with rage and madness. And something colder... something that sank beneath my skin like ice water.

I knew that howl.

I didn’t know how...didn’t know how my body seemed to react, how my pulse jumped at the sound, or how my lungs forgot to breathe, but I knew.

It was him, Aeron.

I could feel it in the marrow of my bones. That sound came from his throat. I staggered back a step, my legs trembling beneath me. Why was he so angry when he could not bear to look at me for even a second?

Then came the second howl. It was even sharper and wounded with fury, Luca.

A moment later, a third one rang out, like something uncoiling in the dark. That was Kael. I remembered that sound from the times I’d been locked in the moving wagon and heard it drifting in on cold air.

Then came the last.

The one that made my skin crawl and my stomach twist. Lucian.

His was the cruelest, playful, almost. Like he was enjoying this. The hunt—I could already imagine his hunting smile.

My breath came fast. With each howl my chest heaved, but I couldn’t get air. I knew these howls were not normal; they were warning me. The trees around me seemed to grow taller and darker, their shadows reaching for me like claws. I turned to run—

But my legs wouldn’t move.

They refused.

They shook beneath me, boneless and hollow. My knees buckled, and I collapsed to the ground, scraping my side against the bark of a fallen branch. My hands scrambled in the dirt, searching blindly for the dagger again. I found it and clutched it to my chest like a child might a blanket.

No, I thought. No, no, no—

I couldn’t run anymore.

Not like this. Soon they will find me. And they were coming. They were close.

been warning calls. They were tracking me and, with

every root and stone a new punishment. I could taste blood in my mouth from how hard I bit

Please... Please, not yet...

tilted my head

high above the

at it

Tonight.

be seventeen. Just a few minutes. Maybe less. Then I would

me finally woke, I’d be fast. I’d be strong. I wouldn’t have to fear

me, to whatever force might still listen. "Let me make it. Just

wouldn’t catch me. They would never chain me again. But right now, I was still weak, a human whose feet refused

longer, I told myself.

day every werewolf came into their own. The day

one I’d waited for, begged for, and

the moon rose higher, inch by inch, silver light bathing the forest in

And nothing happened.

pressure built behind my eyes. There was no voice whispering in my head. My bones remained still—silent, unchanging. The

rise beneath my skin... but nothing happened. It was

I whispered. My hands began to shake. "No, not

my ribs as if that

I rasped.

my eyes, teeth clenched, willing it. Screaming for it in

there was

cold.

slowly, like a knife pushed inch by inch into my gut. I wasn’t going

held onto all this time—this fantasy of

suddenly, I couldn’t

in the distance, their paws slamming into the earth, breath like thunder. Getting

if she

running on torn feet

bit into my skin. My legs screamed in protest. Blood slid down my

such. My breath tore through my lungs. My

Still—it wasn’t enough.