The Human Among Wolves (Aurora) novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168

The half–blood belongs to him.

The air still felt thick, heavy with magic. My pendant pulsed once–faintly–then went still.

Kael turned first, silver eyes finding mine through the dark. Zayn followed, storm–gray and unreadable.

For a long moment, the forest didn’t sound like a forest at all.

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No birds. No wind. Just the low, steady rasp of breathing–theirs and mine.

Kael stood over the witch’s body, still in his Lycan form. The massive silver wolf that had torn through monsters a moment ago now stood completely still, his chest rising and falling in slow, deliberate movements. His fur was streaked with dirt and blood, his eyes

dimmer now but still burning faintly in the light.

Zayn lingered a few paces away, darker, broader, the shadow to Kael’s silver. His head was slightly bowed, his claws half–buried in

the soil, shoulders tense like he wasn’t ready to believe it was over.

I swallowed, the air sharp in my throat. The smell of iron and earth clung to everything. My heartbeat was still too loud, my palms damp. Every nerve in my body screamed to move–but I couldn’t. Not yet.

Zayn was the first to shift back.

It happened slowly, almost painfully quiet. His body trembled once, then again, as the fur began to recede, sinking back into skin that looked too pale in the half–light. The cracking sound that followed was softer this time, the kind of sound you’d hear if bone

could sigh.

The dark wolf shrank–limbs reshaping, spine realigning, muscles pulling tight beneath skin until Zayn was kneeling in the dirt, human again. His chest heaved, every breath uneven, his skin streaked with blood that wasn’t his.

He lifted his head, eyes still that strange gray, flickering faintly like embers before fading back to normal.

Kael didn’t move at first. His silver gaze stayed on the witch’s body, unreadable. Then, finally, he took one step back, his own body

shuddering as the shift took hold.

It was quieter this time–controlled. He fought the change back with precision, every movement measured. Fur melted into skin, claws retracting, the glow of his eyes dimming until the man replaced the beast once more.

When it was over, Kael was on one knee, breathing hard. His hair hung in damp strands around his face. Both men were bare, their clothes long gone–shredded by the transformation–but neither seemed to care.

For a while, no one said anything.

The silence stretched until Kael broke it with a quiet, “We can’t stay like this.”

He moved to his pack, unzipped it, and pulled out the bundle of spare clothes he’d packed. Zayn did the same, slower, his

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movements stiff from the shift. Neither of them looked at me while they dressed–Kael methodical, Zayn efficient. I turned away anyway, pretending to check the treeline even though I couldn’t see anything past the shadows.

When I glanced back, they were both dressed again. Kael’s shirt clung damp to his skin, streaked with dirt and something darker. Zayn’s hands were still shaking faintly as he tied his boots, knuckles scraped raw.

Kael was the first to speak. His voice was low but steady. “You hurt?”

I shook my head, even though my pulse was still somewhere up in my throat. “No. Just… trying to process what the hell that was.”

Zayn gave a humorless breath that might have been a laugh. “Welcome to a Wednesday.”

Kael shot him a look. “Not the time.”

Zayn just shrugged. “Wasn’t a joke.”

Kael turned back to me. “You sure you’re not hurt?”

“I’m fine,” I said again, quieter this time. Then, after a pause: “Are you?”

His jaw flexed, but he nodded once. “We’ve had worse.”

Zayn muttered, “Speak for yourself,” and stretched his neck until it cracked.

Kael ignored him and crouched near where the witch had fallen, scanning the dirt. “The magic’s fading.”

“Doesn’t feel like it,” I said.

Zayn frowned. “Yeah. Still smells wrong.”

Kael looked up sharply. “What do you mean?”

Zayn’s gaze shifted to the trees. “Same as before. It’s thick. Heavy. Like it’s moving.”

Kael stood, wiping his hands on his jeans. “We’re leaving. Now.”

We started walking, heading in what should’ve been the way out. The forest was darker now, even though the sky overhead hadn’t changed much. Every sound carried–every footstep, every breath.

I didn’t say it out loud, but it felt like the woods were watching us.

After ten minutes, Kael slowed.

We’d passed the same fallen tree again.

Zayn stopped beside him, his jaw tightening. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

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