Chapter 2 Chapter 2 - The Voice in Their Heads
The dart sliced through the air in a thin silver blur.
Kiera didn't even have time to flinch.
A massive shape slammed into her from the side... fur, muscle, warmth, and the world spun. The dart hissed past her cheek and thunked into a tree thunked, quivering with impact.
The bear snarled, a rumbling roar that made the ground vibrate beneath her palms.
Kiera hit the earth hard and rolled, vision streaking with white. Her mind flooded with static and fractured panic.
“Not again— not again— please no—"
Her thoughts spiralled into a storm, sharp and frantic, and she couldn’t stop them. She couldn’t hold them in.
And they heard her.
Both of them.
The bear crouched between her and the shadows, fur bristling. Its growl vibrated through the air like thunder rolled into a single sound. Behind it, the Alpha stepped forward, shoulders squared, eyes catching the faintest glint of the dart embedded in the bark.
He didn’t speak out loud.
He didn’t need to.
“They found you.”
His voice filled her mind—strong, unwavering.
Kiera backed away, palms slipping on the damp earth. Found her? Found her? Her chest tightened. She doubled over, silent breaths collapsing. Her vision tunnelled, shrinking to the shape of the Alpha’s silhouette.
“Stay away from me— stay— stay back—"
The Alpha halted immediately.
Not because she’d spoken—she couldn’t—but because her mind hurled the words at him like bolts of lightning. His jaw clenched. He lifted both hands slowly, palms outward, showing empty fingers.
“I’m not here to hurt you.”
His words stayed inside her mind, warm and steady, like a hand pushing gently against panic.
Her shaking worsened.
She didn’t trust warmth.
Or steadiness.
Or people who looked like they weren’t afraid of her pain.
The trees rustled again.
The Alpha’s head snapped toward the sound. The bear shifted its weight, lowering into a stance she instantly recognized—a creature ready to fight.
Not run.
Fight.
Something moved beyond the tree line—a silhouette, then another.
Kiera felt her pulse spike; felt every nightmare she’d ever had light up behind her eyes like fireworks of terror. The shadows seemed to tilt toward her. Her skin prickled.
She couldn’t move.
She couldn’t breathe.
This was how they recaptured her last time—paralysed by fear, dragged away—
“Not again.”
Her mind rasped the words like a dying flame.
The Alpha’s gaze whipped back to her, golden eyes flaring.
“You won’t go back.”
He spoke like a promise carved into stone.
“Not while I’m here.”
Then—shockingly—she felt his emotion.
Not through touch.
Not through expression.
But through the thread connecting her mind to his.
A burst of fierce, unyielding protectiveness that hit her like heat from a wildfire.
It startled her so much she jerked backward on instinct. The bond snapped tight, then loosened again, as if it were something alive, testing its hold on the two of them.
The Alpha froze.
He felt it too.
He didn’t speak it aloud, but his mind whispered the shape of a single word:
“Bonded?”
Kiera recoiled violently, shaking her head so hard her hair whipped across her face.
“NO.
NO.
ABSOLUTELY NOT.”
The Alpha exhaled once, sharply—not in anger, but like he was grounding himself.
Behind him, a shadow stepped into view between the trees.
Human.
Mask.
Gun raised.
White headlamp glinting like a predator’s eye.
Kiera’s heart imploded in her chest.
The Alpha reacted first.
He shoved the air with a mental command so forceful she almost felt it physically.
“DOWN.”
The bear roared and charged. The masked figure fired. The shot missed and sparked against a rock. Another figure appeared. Another. Doors slammed somewhere in the darkness as vehicles repositioned.
Kiera pressed herself against a fallen log, trembling so hard she thought her bones might rattle apart.
A nightmare bled into reality—the kind where her body locked, her senses blurred, and her captors blurred into shadows with needles for fingers.
Cold metal flashed in her memory.
Voices whispered orders.
Hands pinned her down—
“Stop thinking—stop—it’s not real, not real—"
But it was.
Because they were here.
The Alpha blurred into motion—fast, too fast for a man. His silhouette shimmered, bones shifting, muscles twisting—but he didn’t fully shift, only partially, enough for claws to erupt across his fingers where human nails had been seconds ago.
He lunged.
The masked Hunter dove aside.
Another dart whistled through the air—
This one aimed straight at Kiera.
She didn’t move in time.
Her mind shattered into one raw, primal scream.
“RONAN!”
She didn’t know where the name came from.
She didn’t know how she knew it belonged to him.
She only knew that when the dart flew toward her throat—
—The Alpha turned.
He launched himself across the clearing, everything about him violent and beautiful and impossibly fast.
Claws tore the dart from the air a heartbeat before it hit her.
But there were more footsteps.
More men.
More shadows.
The Alpha landed between her and the Hunters, breath heaving, part-man, part-beast, all fury.
He didn’t look back at her.
He didn’t need to.
His voice hit her mind like a vow.
“I won’t let them take you.”
A click sounded behind them.
Metal.
Cold.
Mechanical.
A rifle was being cocked.
Very… very close.
Kiera’s blood turned to ice.
The Alpha stiffened.
The bear growled.
And a voice—too familiar, too cruel—slithered through the trees:
“Subject Subject 3… I knew you’d come running.”
Kiera’s vision shattered into white.
Her nightmares swarmed like a hive of hornets.
And the Alpha turned, eyes blazing gold.
