The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 503

Chapter 503: Something Strange About Draven

[Meredith].

The first leap stole my breath because I flew farther than I expected. The ground blurred beneath me as my body found its rhythm effortlessly, muscles working in perfect harmony.

Wind tore past my ears.

Scents flooded my senses—damp earth, pine, wildflowers still closed in sleep, the faint lingering trace of night creatures retreating into shadow.

I could hear everything: the whisper of leaves brushing together, the soft scuttle of something small darting away, my own heartbeat pounding strong and sure. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

I laughed—actually laughed, but the sound came out as a breathy huff lost to the wind.

This was freedom.

I wove between trees, leapt over fallen logs, my body responding faster than thought. Each stride filled me with exhilaration, with a joy so pure it made my chest ache.

This was what it meant to belong to the land. This was what Valmora had meant.

I didn’t know how long I ran—minutes or an hour, but time felt meaningless here. When I finally slowed, chest heaving, tongue lolling slightly, I lifted my head and howled softly into the quiet morning.

The sound echoed triumphantly.

When I finally turned back toward the village, my body hummed with contentment, my spirit light in a way I had never known before.

I shifted back just as easily, breath hitching as the world settled into human limits again. I pulled on my robe, my hands still trembling from wonder.

I had run. And for the first time in my life, I felt like nothing in the world could ever truly cage me again.

I slowed as I neared my grandmother’s house, my breath still coming fast, my skin warm from the run.

The early light was just beginning to soften the edges of the world, the sky a pale wash of silver and blue.

Then I stopped short at the figure before me. Draven stood a few steps ahead of me.

For a heartbeat, everything in me seized.

He was already dressed, hair still damp as if he’d just washed his face, arms folded loosely across his chest. He wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t frowning either. He was simply watching me.

A thousand thoughts collided at once.

Did he see me? Did he sense it? Did he follow me outside? Did he see my wolf?

My pulse thudded so loudly I was sure he could hear it.

But before I could speak, his brows drew together slightly. "Did you go for a run?"

The question landed far too calmly. I almost bit my tongue.

For half a second, I considered lying, outrightly denying everything, but something in his gaze stopped me. I nodded instead.

"Yes."

He stepped closer slowly, deliberately, like he was studying something he didn’t quite understand yet. His eyes traced my face, my posture, the way I held myself.

My heart began to race all over again.

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