Wolf Cursed

WOLF CURSED FORGED BY FATE book 1 LANA MELYAN Copyright © 2023 by Lana Melyan All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual locales, organizations, events, or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. Lana Melyan Cover Designer: Orina Kafe Created with Vellum Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Also by LANA MELYAN Chapter One SPENCER “Have you seen Brian?” I asked Alex, shouting over the music. She was chatting with Emily where they sat on the wide windowsill. She shook her head. “He could be upstairs?” I glanced at the crowded staircase. “It’s okay,” I muttered to myself. “I’ll text him.” I pulled out my phone. All I had was one beer, but my head felt big and heavy, and I wanted to go home. I was on my way to the door when Brian grabbed my arm. “Were you hiding from me?” “Me? I was here the whole time. It’s you who keeps disappearing.” I pushed the phone back into my pocket. “I was having a beer with the guys.” “Listen, it’s late. I want to leave.” “Come on, babe, the party is just getting started.” We’ve been dating for three months now, but I still hated when he called me that. He was a good-looking guy, a good football player, and many girls from school wished to be in my place, but sometimes he could be a real ass, and whatever we had didn’t feel right to me anymore. “You can stay if you want to, but I’m tired, and I promised my mom I’d be home by eleven.” “In a couple of weeks, you’re finishing high school. You’re an adult now. You can do whatever you want.” “Exactly. So I’m going home. Because that’s what I want.” His face sank. “I’m sorry, Brian, but I’m not feeling well.” It wasn’t just my head. I was frustrated, and I didn’t know why. My blood was boiling, and every bone in my body was aching. Making my way through the hyper crowd, I finally reached the door and walked outside. He followed me down the porch and to the street. “Spence, this is the last party with our classmates. We should have fun.” I knew what he meant by fun. “I’m not in the mood.” I gave him a weak smile. “We’ll see each other Monday. We can have some fun after school.” He grabbed my arm and headed toward the trees across the street, dragging me along. “Brian, what are you doing?” He pushed me against the tree trunk. He was drunk and agitated, and that wasn’t a good combination. “Let go of m—” He cut me off with a kiss. One of his hands ran under my long hair, settling around my neck, and the other slid under my short skirt. “Stop it.” I grabbed his hand. “Come on, babe.” He pressed his body against mine, pinning me to the tree. My attempts to push him away were fruitless. He was a few inches taller than me, and he was strong. Mom forbade me to use magic on people or around them. She warned me like a million times. If someone found out we were witches, we were doomed. We would have to leave town. Again. But right now, I was so pissed that I was seconds away from hexing him. “Hey, man,” a calm male voice came from the street. “I think you should leave her alone.” Brian turned his head. “Mind your own business,” he barked at the guy. The moment he loosened his grip, I slammed my fist into his chest. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I pushed him off me with both hands. I fixed my crooked skirt and was about to walk away, but the moment I took the step, he grabbed my arm again. The guy who was in his car came out. He shut the car door and leaned against it, still gazing at Brian. “What are you staring at?” Brian let go of me and started toward him. The guy didn’t move. The street was dark, and I couldn’t see him clearly, but I could tell he was taller than Brian and had broader shoulders. “Brian.” I took him by his arm, but he shook me off. He dashed to the guy and swung his fist. The guy caught it in mid-air. His fingers clenched around Brian’s fist, and he straightened up before forcing it down. I pressed my lips together to prevent my jaw from dropping. “Listen, man,” the guy said patiently, “how about you take a nap, and we'll do this tomorrow when you’re in better form?” “Are you saying I’m drunk?” Clenching his teeth, Brian pointed his finger into his chest. “Yeeeah . . .” the guy tilted his head “. . . maybe a little.” “Who the hell are you?” Brian glared at him. “I’ve never seen you before. What are you doing here?” “You need to get inside.” “Don’t tell me what to do.” I wished I could go, but it was obvious that the guy was much stronger than Brian, and some part of me was afraid to leave them here alone with each other. “Brian, go back inside.” I insisted. “You’re taking his side?” He turned around and looked at me as if I was the world’s biggest betrayer. “Wait a minute. Do you two know each other?” “What?” I