Wolves Of Fate

Chapter 13: The Wolf is Always Right

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by the moon’s will and blood’s design,

Beneath my skin, a stranger waits, a silent breath, a twisting fate. No claws, no teeth—just quiet grace, a truth that dares to take my place. She watches still with steady eyes, while I unravel in disguise. the name I held, the voice I knew— They blur beneath a rising truth. I scream, I flinch, I beg, deny, but wolves don’t reason, mourn, or lie.
She is not cruel, nor full of fight— She simply knows what must be right. And though I drown in shifting light, she waits within. And she is right.

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I sat frozen, my own words hanging in the air like an echo I couldn’t take back.

"What happens to me now?"

The silence that followed was suffocating. Sophia’s golden eyes studied me, the intensity behind them something I couldn’t quite place. I wanted her to say something—anything but before she could, the sound of a door swinging open made me jump.

A new presence entered the room, and I tensed immediately, every muscle in my body locking up as heavy footsteps approached. I turned my head, my breath catching in my throat when I saw her.

The woman standing before me was… powerful. That was the only way to describe her. She was tall, her build strong but feminine, and she carried herself with an air of authority that made the space around her feel smaller. Her black hair was swept back into a neat bun, and her piercing green eyes… eerily similar to Sophia’s—studied me like I was a puzzle she had already solved.

I swallowed hard, instinctively lowering my gaze, but something inside me resisted. Even as my body screamed at me to submit to the weight of her presence, I forced myself to keep my head up. My heart pounded so violently I swore she could hear it.

The woman’s lips curled into a knowing smirk.

"I like this one," she said, amusement lacing her tone.

I had no idea what that meant, but before I could process it, Sophia let out an irritated sigh.

"Mother," she hissed, shooting a glare in the woman’s direction.

Mother? That meant this woman was…

I barely had time to think before the woman turned her attention back to me.

"My name is Zoe," she introduced herself, her voice smooth but commanding. "I am Sophia’s mother and the alpha of this pack."

Alpha? That word sent a strange chill down my spine. I clenched my fists in the sheets of the bed, unsure of what to say.

"You must be wondering what happens to you now," Zoe continued, stepping closer.

I stiffened as she loomed over me, and my breathing hitched when I realized just how overwhelming her presence was. It wasn't just the way she spoke or the way she moved. It was something deeper, something instinctual that made me feel like I was standing before a force of nature.

"You've been turned into one of us," she stated, her voice calm but firm. "That means you can’t simply be left to wander on your own. You will stay here, with us, until I deem you ready to leave."

I swallowed, my hands tightening into fists. "And if I don’t want to?"

Zoe let out a quiet, amused chuckle, as if I had just said something adorable.

"It’s not about what you want," she said. "It’s about what is necessary. You are now a wolfen, whether you accept it or not. You will learn to control your instincts, your transformation, and your abilities before you can even think about leaving."

Her words sent a cold dread through my chest. I clenched my jaw, trying to suppress the tremble in my body, but I knew she could see it. I didn’t trust these people, and I sure as hell didn’t want to be stuck here, but what choice did I have?

Zoe studied me for a moment, then turned to Sophia.

"She has spirit," she said casually, and for some reason, hearing her refer to me as she made me flinch.

Zoe frowned, confusion flashing across her face before realization set in.

"Wait," she said, crossing her arms. "You… haven’t told her yet?"

I blinked. "Told me what?"

Sophia shot a glare at her mother. "I didn’t exactly have time. You barged in here before I could explain anything."

Zoe arched an eyebrow at her daughter, then turned back to me. Her green eyes gleamed with something unreadable as she took a step forward.

"Your wolf," she said, tilting her head slightly. "She’s female."

I blinked again, my mind stumbling over her words.

I must have misheard.

"...What?"

Zoe’s expression didn’t change. "Your wolf is female."

The room seemed to tilt.

Zoe’s piercing green eyes never left mine, her expression unreadable as I struggled to process what she had just said. My wolf was female. My body was changing.

It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be possible.

I opened my mouth to argue—to say something—but no words came. My breath felt shallow, my fingers twitching against the blanket as my thoughts spiraled.

Zoe must have noticed the panic rising in my eyes because she spoke again, her voice calm but firm.

"You won’t have to wait long to see the changes for yourself," she said.

I swallowed hard, forcing my gaze back to her. "What… what do you mean?"

Her lips curled slightly, but there was no amusement in her expression this time.

"By the next full moon," she said evenly, "you’ll be a fully fledged woman."

My entire body went cold.

The next full moon.

That was in—what? Four weeks?

I barely had time to wrap my head around the fact that my body was changing, and now she was telling me that in just two weeks, I wouldn’t even be—

No. No, that couldn’t be real. That wasn’t real.

I shook my head violently, gripping the sheets beneath me like they were the only thing keeping me grounded. "You’re lying," I choked out.

Zoe’s gaze remained steady. "I have no reason to lie to you."

My breathing hitched, my chest tightening painfully.

Four weeks.

Four weeks, and I wouldn’t be—

I felt dizzy, like the world was tilting beneath me.

Zoe exhaled softly, tilting her head. "You fight against it because you still think you have a choice," she said, her voice low, measured. "But the wolf is always right."

I froze.

That phrase again. The way she said it—it wasn’t just a belief. It was law.

"Our wolves are who we truly are," Zoe continued. "They are unburdened by fear, by denial. They see us for what we are, not for what we think we should be." She stepped closer, her green eyes gleaming. "Your wolf is female. That is not a mistake. That is not something you can change. You may fight it all you want, but the truth remains—she is right."

I sucked in a shaky breath, my fingers digging into the sheets.

She.

She was talking about me.

No—no, I was Sam. I had always been Sam. I had never been—

But deep inside, something stirred.

A whisper at the edge of my thoughts. A presence I didn’t understand, didn’t want to understand.

A part of me that didn’t flinch at Zoe’s words.

A part of me that accepted them.

I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking my head as if that would make it all disappear.

Zoe let me sit with that crushing realization for a moment before speaking again.

"The changes will be gradual," she said. "You’ve already seen some of them, your scars are gone, your body is healing itself. But soon, you’ll start to notice more. Your scent will change. Your voice. Your body will begin to shift in ways you won’t understand at first. And on the night of the full moon…"

She paused, watching as I opened my eyes and struggled to breathe.

"You will become who you were always meant to be."

Her words hit like a hammer, and I gasped, my lungs burning as I forced air into them.

I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe.

Four weeks.

Four weeks.

My body was no longer my own.

I barely noticed Sophia move closer, concern flashing in her golden eyes as she reached out. But I flinched away instinctively, my mind too overwhelmed to process anything else.

Zoe simply watched me, her expression calm—patient, even—as if she had seen this kind of reaction before.

"You don’t have to like it," she said, her tone unwavering. "You don’t even have to accept it right away. But make no mistake—this is happening."

Zoe gave me a final look before stepping closer to Sophia. She placed a gentle kiss on her daughter’s forehead, her expression softening slightly.

She turned slightly, casting a glance at Sophia. "Stay with her," she said. "She'll need you."

Sophia nodded silently, her gaze flickering back to me.

Then, without another word, Zoe turned and walked out of the room, leaving me alone with my spiraling thoughts.

I sat there in stunned silence, my entire world tilting on its axis.

I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know what to feel.

All I knew was that nothing would ever be the same again.

And yet…
Amid the chaos of my thoughts, something stirred deep inside me.


Not panic.
Not fear.
Just warmth. A presence.

A soft breath brushing against the edges of my mind, like the echo of paws on snow… quiet, certain.

We are safe.

The whisper wasn’t in words, not really. It was a feeling. A truth.

My wolf.


She wasn’t afraid.