Read My Werewolf Boyfriend :: Awakening in the Abyss

Emma’s eyelids fluttered open, the sterile white light above her burning into her retinas.

Her head throbbed, a dull ache spreading through her skull as she tried to move, only to find her wrists bound tightly to the cold metal table.

The room was a labyrinth of blinking monitors and humming machines, their mechanical whirrs echoing in the silence.

She twisted her neck, her breath quickening as she took in the scene—a laboratory, but not one she recognized. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and something metallic, like blood.

“Where am I?” she whispered, her voice hoarse, barely audible over the hum of the machines.

Footsteps echoed, and a figure emerged from the shadows. Owen Thomas, his tall frame clad in a crisp white lab coat, approached her with a measured gait.

His expression was unreadable, a mix of curiosity and something darker, something she couldn’t quite place.

“You’re awake,” he said, his voice calm, almost soothing, but with an edge that sent a shiver down her spine.

“Let me go!” Emma struggled against the restraints, her heart pounding. “What the hell is this?”

Owen leaned in, his piercing blue eyes locking onto hers. “Emma, you’re not who you think you are. You’re…special. More than you could ever imagine.”

She froze, her breath catching in her throat. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re the Anti-Silver Wolf, The fatal weapon of wolves is silver weapon, but your blood is immune to silver. Silver weapons cannot harm you.” He said, his voice steady, as if he were announcing the weather.

“A legend, a prophecy. Your bloodline is the key to ending the Lee family’s reign.”

Emma’s mind raced, her thoughts a chaotic whirlwind. “That’s insane! I’m just… I’m just me. I’m not some…some weapon!”

Owen’s lips curved into a faint, almost pitying smile. “You don’t understand yet, but you will. The Thomas family has been searching for you for generations. Your father… Logan. He knew, didn’t he?”

Her breath hitched at the mention of her father. Memories flooded back—her childhood, the way Logan would look at her sometimes, as if he were holding back a secret too terrible to share. “He…he never told me anything,” she stammered, her voice trembling.

“Of course he didn’t,” Owen said, his tone softening. “He was trying to protect you. But now, it’s time for you to embrace your destiny.”

Emma’s mind reeled, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt like she was drowning, the weight of his words pressing down on her. “Destiny? You’ve got the wrong person. I didn’t ask for this!”

Owen’s gaze hardened, and he straightened, his voice taking on a more commanding tone. “It doesn’t matter what you asked for, Emma. The world doesn’t care about your choices. You are what you are, and the sooner you accept that, the easier this will be.”

She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. “You’re crazy! Let me go!”

Owen sighed, as if her defiance were nothing more than a minor inconvenience. “You’ll understand in time. Until then… rest.”

Before she could protest, he turned and walked away, his footsteps fading into the distance. The room fell silent once more, the machines’ hum the only sound in the oppressive space.

Emma’s mind raced, fragments of her past swirling together like pieces of a shattered mirror. Her father’s voice echoed in her memory, his words cryptic, laced with a fear she hadn’t understood at the time. “Some doors shouldn’t be opened, Emma,” he had said, his hand resting on her shoulder, his grip tight, almost desperate.

Now, trapped in this cold, sterile prison, those words took on a new, chilling meaning. She closed her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest as the realization sank in—she was no longer just Emma. She was something else, something she didn’t yet understand. And whatever lay ahead, it was far darker than anything she had ever imagined.

The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly above the sterile lab, casting a cold glow over the rows of microscopes and beakers. Owen leaned against the counter, his arms crossed, his expression a mix of frustration and something softer, something Emma couldn’t quite place. She sat on a stool, her hands resting on the edge of the table, her eyes locked on his. The air between them was thick with unspoken tension.

“You know this isn’t right, Owen,” Emma said, her voice steady but laced with urgency. “The Thomas family—what you’re planning—it’s not just unethical. It’s dangerous.”

Owen’s jaw tightened, and he looked away, his gaze drifting to the floor. “You don’t understand,” he muttered. “It’s not that simple.”

“Isn’t it?” Emma pressed, leaning forward slightly. “You’re brilliant, Owen. You could be using your skills for something good. But instead, you’re helping them destroy lives. Do you really believe in what they’re doing?”

He didn’t answer immediately. The silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating. Emma watched him closely, her eyes searching his face for any sign of the man she once thought she knew. Finally, Owen sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not about belief,” he said quietly. “It’s about survival.”

Emma’s brow furrowed. “Survival? At what cost? You’re better than this, Owen. I know you are.”

He met her gaze then, and for a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of doubt in his eyes. But just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by the steely resolve she’d come to expect. “You don’t know what’s at stake,” he said, his voice low.

Emma opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, her attention was drawn to the faint reflection in the glass behind Owen. She froze, her heart skipping a beat. There, just beyond the lab’s window, was the unmistakable silhouette of James. He was standing in the shadows, his figure barely visible, but she’d recognize him anywhere. Her breath caught in her throat.

“Emma?” Owen’s voice broke through her thoughts, and she quickly looked back at him, forcing herself to remain calm. “Is something wrong?”

She shook her head, forcing a small smile. “No,” she lied. “I just... I need a moment to think.”

Owen studied her for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly, but he didn’t press further. “Take your time,” he said, turning back to the counter. “But the clock’s ticking.”

Emma nodded, her mind racing. She glanced back at the glass, but James was gone. Had she imagined it? No, she couldn’t have. He was here. He’d come for her. But how much time did they have? And could she trust Owen to make the right choice when the moment came?

The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with the weight of unspoken truths and looming danger. Emma’s fingers tightened around the edge of the table as she silently prayed for James to act fast. The game was far from over, and every second counted.

The dimly lit basement of James's safehouse buzzed with tension. A single overhead bulb flickered, casting long shadows over the cluttered table where James, Noah, and Ava huddled over a map of the Thomas family compound.

The air was thick with the smell of stale coffee and the faint metallic tang of weapons being cleaned in the corner. Ava leaned back in her chair, her boots propped up on the table, a smirk playing on her lips as she glanced at Noah.

"Any good ideas? My little brother." Ava teased, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Noah rolled his eyes, his jaw tightening. "We were born one minute apart. Mom said I was born first. My dear sister."

James, ever the mediator, cleared his throat, his fingers tapping nervously on the table. "Focus, you two. We need to get Emma out, and bickering isn’t going to help."

Ava’s smirk widened as she pulled out a small, sleek case from her bag. Inside was an array of makeup and prosthetics, each item meticulously organized. "Relax, James. I’ve got this. By the time I’m done, I’ll be the spitting image of Professor Carter. Even his own mother wouldn’t know the difference."

Noah raised an eyebrow, his tone skeptical. "You sure about that? Last time you tried to impersonate someone, you got us kicked out of that club in Vegas."

"That was different," Ava shot back, her eyes narrowing. "I was drunk, and the bouncer was an idiot. This is serious. I’ve been studying Professor Carter for weeks—his mannerisms, his voice, everything. I’ll blend right in."

James nodded, though his expression was still tense. "Once you’re inside, you’ll need to find Emma and get her out without raising any alarms. Noah and I will be on standby, ready to create a distraction if things go south."

Ava’s grin returned, her confidence unshaken. "Piece of cake. Just make sure you two don’t screw up your part. I don’t fancy getting caught because you couldn’t handle a few guards."