The Human Among Wolves (Aurora) novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167

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Kael’s blade met flesh first–a clean strike that split the air with a wet sound. The creature jerked back, its skin splitting along the

cut, but there was no blood. Only a thick, dark substance that steamed as it hit the ground.

The second one lunged at Zayn. He caught it midair, twisted, and slammed it into the dirt hard enough to make the earth jump. The

thing didn’t stay down. Its head snapped up, eyes glowing that same sickly, amber light.

“Not human,” Kael hissed, kicking one away.

“Yeah, no shit,” Zayn snapped back.

They moved wrong–too fast, too fluid–like their bones didn’t understand limits. Their limbs bent in ways they shouldn’t, spines

arched too far.

And then I saw her.

She wasn’t attacking. She stood behind them, just at the edge of the clearing–barefoot, pale skin streaked with black veins, her eyes

faintly glowing green. Her hands were raised slightly, fingers twitching like she was pulling strings no one else could see.

And the creatures–they were jerking like puppets.

Moving when she moved.

Kael saw it too. “She’s controlling them!” he barked.

Zayn didn’t look up, just snarled through his teeth. “Then break the damn strings!”

Kael’s knife flew. It cut through the air, embedding in the witch’s shoulder. She barely flinched. Her gaze snapped toward him, and

the air around us rippled–like heat and static colliding

And then she smiled. Her lips cracked when she did it, skin splitting like old paint. “He wants her alive,” she said, voice too calm,

too smooth.

Zayn’s head snapped toward her. “He?”

She tilted her head, her empty eyes landing on me. “The half–blood belongs to him.”

The words crawled down my spine like ice.

Kael’s growl was low and sharp. “Not happening.”

She moved her hands again, faster this time–and the air changed. It thickened, humming, like something deep underground had

woken up.

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The creatures jerked upright, their spines cracking audibly, their necks twisting too far before snapping back into place.

Then they started to shift.

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Not like Kael or Zayn had described shifting. This was wrong–violen. Bones broke, reformed, broke again. Skin tore, fur pushing

through in thick, uneven clumps. Their screams turned into howls halfway through, echoing through the trees.

Kael stepped forward once, dropping his knife. “Zayn,” he said quietly. “Cover her eyes.”

Before I could react, Zayn was in front of me, his hand catching my wrist. “Don’t look.”

“Why-”

And then I heard it.

That sound.

The one I’d only ever read about.

The sound of bones moving- -not breaking, not snapping–shifting.

Kael’s body arched forward, the muscles in his back tightening under his shirt. His breath came out in a guttural, inhuman sound. His skin rippled, silver flashing beneath it before fur burst through in long, clean lines. His shoulders expanded, his body stretching,

reshaping until the man was gone–replaced by something massive and primal.

A wolf.

But not like any wolf I’d ever seen.

He stood easily seven feet at the shoulder, his fur pale silver and luminous. His eyes burned white, intelligent, deadly.

Then Zayn’s grip on me loosened. He stumbled back once, chest heaving. His own body was fighting itself–tremors rolling through him as his bones realigned, fur black as shadow covering his skin.

He hit the ground on all fours, claws digging into the dirt. When he lifted his head, his eyes caught mine–storm–gray, familiar even

through the fury.

Two Lycans.

Ancient, enormous, terrifying.

And somehow, in that chaos, I wasn’t afraid.

The corrupted wolves–half–shifted, dripping with whatever poison drove them–hesitated. Then the witch hissed something low and

sharp, and they lunged.

Kael moved first–pure speed. He hit the first one midair, slamming into a tree so hard the trunk cracked. Zayn was already there, catching the second as it went for me, jaws locking around its throat. The sound that followed was final.

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The witch screamed, her voice breaking into something not human. Her hands shook as she tried to pull her strings tighter, but

Kael’s head snapped toward her, and she froze.

One step–then another–and he was in front of her.

She tried to speak. He didn’t let her.

The strike was clean, merciless. Her body crumpled, her magic bleeding out of her like smoke.

The forest fell silent.

For a few long seconds, no one moved.

Kael stood over her body, chest rising and falling hard. Zayn turned, fur streaked with blood, his breath fogging the cold air.

And me-

I just stood there, the echo of her words still in my ears.

He wants her alive.

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