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Chapter 21: The Storm Within
The forest was alive.
Elvis could feel it in the air, in the ground beneath her feet, in the very beat of her heart. There was a deep, rhythmic pulse now, like a silent whisper carried on the wind. The forest was calling, and it wasn't calling for her—it was calling because of her.
She stood at the edge of the clearing, her senses stretched out, her heart still racing from the encounter with the cloaked figures. The eerie presence of their departure left a hollow feeling in her chest. She had expected a fight, but they had left so easily, their ominous words hanging in the air like a storm cloud.
"Are you okay?" Alexander's voice broke through her thoughts, rough but laced with concern.
Elvis turned toward him. He stood only a few steps away, his wolf eyes still gleaming in the moonlight, his form still tense, ready to pounce at the slightest threat. But there was an unmistakable edge of worry in his expression—something that Elvis couldn't ignore. She had seen the fierce, powerful Alpha that he was many times before, but this… this was different.
"I'll be fine," she said, though her voice lacked the confidence she tried to project. Her thoughts were jumbled, her body still trembling from the force of the encounter. "I just don't understand. They knew too much. About me. About my power."
Alexander nodded, his jaw clenching. "They did. And we still don't know who they are or what they want with you. But one thing is certain—the forest's power inside of you is unlike anything I've ever encountered."
Her eyes flicked to the trees, her senses reaching out, trying to touch the same power she had felt before. But it was elusive, like a distant dream just out of her grasp. The bond between her and the forest was stronger now, but it also felt more dangerous, like a beast that could turn on her at any moment. She knew it was only a matter of time before she'd have to face whatever was lying beneath the surface of that bond.
"I can feel it," she whispered, more to herself than to Alexander. "It's calling me. Telling me to come deeper."
"You need to be careful, Elvis," Alexander said, his voice low and commanding. "The forest isn't something to be trusted. Not when it's tied to whatever they are. Not when they want you to be something you're not."
Elvis turned to him, meeting his gaze. "I didn't ask for this. Any of it. I didn't ask to be the 'chosen one' or whatever they called me."
"I know you didn't," Alexander replied, stepping closer, his presence a comfort, yet also a warning. "But you are. And I won't let anything happen to you. No matter what comes."
The weight of his words settled over her, but it did little to ease the churning feeling in her stomach. She had never asked to be this powerful. She had never asked to be the one with the bond to the forest, to be the one that the cloaked figures were so desperate to control. But here she was. And now she had to deal with the consequences.
Suddenly, the ground beneath their feet trembled. A low, deep rumble, like an earthquake that rattled the trees, the earth itself. Elvis instinctively grabbed Alexander's arm, her senses flaring to life. The air shifted, and she felt it—the presence that had been looming in the background, the force she couldn't quite place but that had been watching them. The power of the forest was here, but it wasn't just the power she was bonded to.
It was something darker.
Something ancient.
"It's coming," Elvis whispered, her voice barely audible as the rumble grew louder, shaking the very foundation of the clearing.
Alexander's expression hardened, and without another word, he pulled her into his arms, his wolf form surging through him in an instant. His strength radiated from him, but Elvis could feel the tension in his muscles, the worry in his eyes. They both knew what was coming—they just didn't know how to stop it.
The wind howled through the trees as the shadows deepened. The figure of a man, tall and shrouded in darkness, emerged from the trees. His face was hidden beneath a hood, but his eyes glowed, a silver light that mirrored the forest's ancient power. There was something familiar about him, something that set Elvis's nerves on edge.
"Elvis James," the man's voice was cold, hollow, and powerful. "It is time to fulfill your destiny."
Alexander growled low in his throat, stepping in front of Elvis, his protective instincts flaring. "You will not have her."
The man laughed softly, the sound eerie and unnatural. "You misunderstand, Alpha. I don't need her. I need what she carries inside of her."
The forest around them seemed to pulse, its energy fluctuating as if it were alive. The man extended a hand, and with that simple gesture, the ground before them cracked, roots twisting out from the earth like serpents, reaching for Elvis.
"No!" Elvis cried out, instinctively pulling away. The roots recoiled, but they didn't retreat. Instead, they slithered closer, wrapping around the space between her and the man.
"Elvis," Alexander shouted, turning to face her. His eyes were full of desperation. "Don't let it control you."
But the call of the forest was too strong. It whispered to her, urging her to embrace it. The power that coursed through her veins, the raw force that had been dormant until now, surged to life. It was a flood of energy that she couldn't control, an all-consuming fire that threatened to burn everything in its path.
And then, without warning, it exploded. The power inside her ripped through her body, a force so wild and uncontained that she couldn't hold it back. Her skin tingled, her muscles stretched, her bones groaned with the intensity of the change.
"Elvis!" Alexander's shout came from a distance, but she barely heard it.
Her body twisted, the pain of shifting overwhelming, but something deep within her responded. The white wolf within her, the one bound to the forest's power, surged to the surface. Her claws elongated, her fangs grew sharp and deadly, and the fur of her wolf form exploded from her skin in a shimmering white glow. Her eyes, once human, now burned with the golden fire of her wolf.
She was no longer Elvis James.
She was the white wolf—the force of nature, the embodiment of the forest's untamed power.
Her roar echoed through the trees, a primal sound that made the earth tremble beneath her paws. The man took a step back, his eyes narrowing with both awe and anger.
"You are more powerful than I thought," he said, his voice betraying a hint of surprise. "But it won't be enough."
With a burst of speed, Elvis launched herself at him, the world around her blurring as she moved. Her instincts guided her now—instincts that were no longer bound by human limitations. She leapt, her jaws snapping at the man's throat, but he raised his hand, summoning the roots once more.
But Elvis was faster.
She twisted in midair, her wolf form flowing like water, dodging the roots that lashed out. Her teeth found their mark, sinking into the darkness of his cloak. The man howled, stumbling back, his grip on the forest's power weakening.
"Get away from her!" Alexander's voice cut through the air, and Elvis could feel his presence at her side. In a flash, the Alpha joined her in the battle, his own wolf form towering next to her. Together, they were unstoppable.
The man retreated, his figure dissolving into the shadows, his voice lingering like a curse.
"This is far from over," he warned. "The forest is not done with you, Elvis James."
As the last of the man's dark presence faded, Elvis stood panting, her body still trembling from the intensity of the fight. Alexander's wolf form nudged her gently, the heat of his breath warming her.
"Elvis," he whispered, his voice filled with both admiration and worry. "You're incredible."
But Elvis only looked out into the forest, her golden eyes burning with determination. "This isn't over. It's only just beginning."