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elene, a quiet but perceptive young woman, lives under the watchful eye of her father, Noel, Blackwood Estate’s Chief Security Officer. She befriends Cane, a newcomer to the estate who has a charming presence, despite warnings from her family and friends. In a short while, strange deaths unsettle the town, rumored to be wild animal attacks.
Meanwhile, Selene had been noticing Cane’s unusual behavior, but their growing friendship leads to an undeniable connection. Allen and Naksu, Selene’s friends, suspect Cane’s family, especially his cold and dominant sister, Nelly.

Selene  the strong woman

The days following Allen's funeral transformed Selene's world into a landscape of barely contained chaos. She discovered she could no longer hide from the supernatural—it had found her, whether she wanted it or not.

It started small. Inconsequential moments that could be dismissed as imagination. A glass would shift when her anger peaked. Lights would flicker when her emotions ran high. At first, she thought she was losing her mind. Grief did strange things to people, after all.

But soon, the evidence became impossible to ignore.

Naksu was the first to notice something fundamental had changed. "Something's different about you," she said one evening, watching as a pencil rolled across the table without being touched, leaving a thin trail on the wooden surface.

Selene said nothing. How could she explain something she didn't understand herself?

Her research was meticulous and obsessive. She combed through local archives—the Blackwood library's historical records, dusty online forums dedicated to supernatural phenomena, anything that might explain what was happening to her. Supernatural abilities weren't new in folklore—but they were rare. And they always seemed to come with a price.

Old newspaper clippings told fragmented stories. Rumors of individuals with unexplained powers. Families with strange abilities that disappeared as quickly as they emerged. But nothing concrete. Nothing that explained the electricity that now seemed to course through her veins.

She discovered she could do more than just move small objects. Emotions became a conduit of power. Anger could make lights explode. Grief could make metal bend. Fear could create tremors that seemed like miniature earthquakes.

And always, always, there was the memory of Allen. His laugh. His curiosity. His murder.

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. Sharp. Precise. Demanding.

The werewolf stood there, her presence both predatory and controlled. Blood still stained the edges of her jacket—a reminder of what she had done.

"We need to talk," Nelly said, her voice cold enough to freeze steel.

Selene's first instinct was to slam the door. To reject everything about this world that had stolen her friend. But something held her back—a curiosity that burned brighter than her anger. A need to understand.

"Why?" Selene asked, her voice steady despite the objects around her beginning to vibrate almost imperceptibly.

Nelly's lips pressed into a thin line, her golden eyes—so similar to Cane's, yet fundamentally different—studying Selene with a predator's intensity.

"Because what happened to Allen—it wasn't supposed to happen. And now everything is at risk."

Chapter 12 : Awakening