Unwritten Mates

Chapter 4 Unveiling the Shadows

Word Count: 1222 | Released on: 26/02/2025

was racing so hard that I couldn't think, my gaze fixed on the door, nearly expecting it to burst open any

pted to convince myself. A stray dog was snarling outside the kitchen of a remote inn. Totally normal, right? My hand was

breath, my fingers wrapping around the cool metal of the doorknob. Slowly, I twisted it. The door creaked open, and I peered

oward the hallway. That's when I saw them-two glowing eyes staring back at me from the darkness. Too high off the ground to

e as if it was sizing me up like I was on the menu and it felt like my gut was screaming at me to run, but I couldn't tear my

ted. Once more, the hallway fell silent, yet the tension remained, just as heavy. I remained still while

omething was out there, hiding in the shadows, watching m

exploding out of my chest. The thing stepped forward, its outline getting clearer in the dim light. This was no dog, no

now how long I held my breath but it approached me moving slowly and deliberately tracking my every movement.

e was by using the kitchen door that led to the porch. Without think

l down my spine. I wasn't going to stay and find out what happene

e wooden porch, and I made a beeline for the forest since it may be the only place I could think of to hide. The dark and almost menacing trees stood in

my face and arms as I plunged into the underbrush. I struggled to breath

louder and closer made me realise it was right on my heels. I glanced back, just f

hadows, and every turn seemed to lead me deeper into it, but I couldn't stop. I had to keep moving, had to find some

ankle. I quickly got up, pushing through the pain, determined not to let it slow me dow

owl; this was different. I froze, my breath catching and pain from the nibble on my arm started throbbing. The growl behind me stop

o the vet earlier, but it was bigger-how was that even possible? The other two... one had this shiny black fur, and the other, was the most stunning wolf I'd ever s

ty to escape, carefully making my way through the bushes without making a s

to. However, every time I looked back, I saw the

but the fear remained. I was completely lost, with no clue of my location or ho

finitely was not a wolf, despite its resemblance to

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“"Rate that one," Ethan whispered, sidling up to me as I tried to swallow my frustration. He gestured toward another girl walking by with her father-a tall man with a belly that strained his too-small suit jacket. "Girl's a solid six," Ethan murmured, barely holding back his grin. "Dad? Three. No, wait. Two-point-five. Those shoes are a crime." "Piss off," I hissed, though the corner of my mouth twitched. Teely joined him, holding two champagne flutes, one of which she offered to me. "You look like you need it." "Gee, thanks," I muttered, downing the drink in one go. It didn't help. Teely laughed softly. "Relax, Luca. You'll survive this. Probably." "Only because I haven't strangled anyone yet," I shot back, earning another chuckle from Ethan. "Seriously, though," Ethan said, dropping his voice. "You've gotta pick someone, or your dad's gonna lose his mind. And let's be honest, the guy doesn't have much sanity left to lose." I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. "I'm not picking anyone. None of these people matter." "Your funeral," Ethan said with a shrug, though there was a flicker of understanding in his eyes. He knew. He always knew. The night dragged on, every interaction blurring into the next. Girls smiled politely, their fathers talked about alliances, and I nodded through all of it like I wasn't seconds away from bolting out the door. Then it hit me. A scent. Faint, but unmistakable. It was like rain on warm soil, mixed with something sweet and soft-something her. My chest tightened, my wolf snapping to attention like someone had just poured gasoline on a fire. I froze, the world around me dimming as I tried to track it. My head snapped to the left, then to the right. Where? Where was it coming from? "Luca?" Ethan's voice sounded far away, like it was coming from underwater. There. My eyes locked on the grand staircase at the far end of the hall. A girl was descending, her dress shimmering in the light like it was made of emeralds. Her movements were slow, almost deliberate, and I couldn't see her face yet. But I didn't need to. My heart hammered in my chest, each beat louder than the last. She was holding the arm of a man-tall, broad-shouldered, and irritatingly familiar. But I couldn't focus on him. Not when she finally turned her head, her face coming into view. Quinn. My legs nearly gave out. My breath caught, my wolf howling inside me. It was her. After everything, she was here. And she wasn't alone. ******************************************************************* Seventeen-year-old Quinn Wayne moves with her family from bustling New York City to a secluded, mist-shrouded town in Alaska, where her parents have purchased a dilapidated inn. Surrounded by dense forests and towering mountains, the picturesque town promises a fresh start-but Quinn quickly realizes it holds secrets far darker than she could have ever imagined. In this epic journey of love, sacrifice, and self-discovery, Quinn must rise as the Lunar Guardian, embracing her newfound powers and her identity as Luca's mate. The path ahead is uncertain, filled with loss, triumph, and transformation. But one thing is clear: the choices Quinn makes will forever alter the balance between humans and werewolves-and determine whether love can conquer even the darkest of curses.”