The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 6

**Shadows Hearts by Joseph King**
**Chapter 6: My Type**

**Darius’s POV:**

After wrapping up the most crucial business for the pack, I made my way directly to the medical ward, my mind racing with thoughts of the day’s events. The air felt heavy with tension as I pushed open the door, stepping into the sterile, white room that smelled faintly of antiseptic.

As soon as I entered, my eyes fell upon a sight that ignited a fierce anger within me. There she was, the girl who had been so brutally injured, defiantly pulling out her tubes and attempting to climb out of the medical pod.

My chest tightened, a burning sensation coursing through me. “So, you really don’t care if you live or die,” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended.

Did she even comprehend the severity of her injuries? How could she be so reckless, so dismissive of her own life?

“It’s you,” she replied, her tone unnervingly calm. Our gazes locked, and I felt a jolt of surprise at the intensity in her eyes.

“Thanks for saving my life. But since I helped you win the race, we’re even now,” she stated matter-of-factly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

I frowned, the weight of her words settling heavily in the air.

She was only sixteen, yet her voice carried the gravitas of someone who had faced countless battles. I knew who she was; Thora, the granddaughter of the current Alpha of Silverleaf Pack, a name that resonated with both respect and a hint of danger.

“Even?” I echoed, my jaw tightening involuntarily.

The eagerness in her voice to sever any ties between us only fueled my irritation.

I stepped closer, my gaze fixed on the back of her hand where a drop of blood oozed from the spot where she had ripped out the needle. My annoyance spiked, a primal instinct urging me to protect her even as I felt my temper flare.

“I never said we were even,” I said, my voice low and steady.

Her expression remained unyielding, her words resolute. “We made a deal back on the mountain road. The trade is done. Whether it was fair or not doesn’t matter. If you expect anything else from me, you’ll be disappointed.”

The finality in her tone left no room for debate.

In that fleeting moment, I caught a glimmer of something fierce in her eyes—an undercurrent of rage that both intrigued and unnerved me. My anger began to dissipate, replaced by a strange curiosity.

I leaned in closer, lowering my head until we were mere inches apart. “You want to kill me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, the challenge hanging in the air between us.

She shot me a sideways glance, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. “I wouldn’t mind,” she replied, her tone casual, as if discussing the weather.

There was a chilling confidence in her words, as if she had already tasted blood. Yet here she was, a mere teenage girl who hadn’t even awakened her wolf spirit.

I narrowed my eyes, stepping even closer until our noses nearly touched, the tension crackling in the air around us.

I allowed my Alpha’s power to radiate from me, a palpable force that should have sent anyone else quaking in fear.

“Because right now, I could end you with just a thought,” I declared, my voice low and menacing.

But she didn’t flinch.

Even with her body marred by wounds, she stood her ground, her posture straight and proud, like a warrior prepared for battle.

“You can try,” she challenged, and in her voice, I sensed a spark of rebellious defiance, a fire that ignited something deep within me.

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