Wolf at the Door

Chapter 12

The full moon hung high above the forest, casting its silvery glow over the clearing. The air was heavy with tension, the kind that made every hair on your body stand on end. Tonight felt different, electric, as though the world itself was holding its breath. The clubhouse was alive with chatter and laughter, but there was an undercurrent of something more serious, something unspoken.

Lena had coaxed me into wearing a dress tonight. It was soft and flowing, the colour of crimson roses. The moment I slipped it on, I felt a strange mix of power and vulnerability, like I was stepping into a role I didn’t fully understand yet. When I stepped out into the common room, the brothers went silent for a beat, their gazes flicking toward Wolf, who stood near the bar.

His eyes locked onto mine, and the room seemed to fade away. His jaw tightened, his knuckles whitening where he gripped the edge of the bar. “You’re wearing red,” he said, his voice low and rough.

I gave him a small smile, unsure if I’d made the right choice. “Does it suit me?”

His gaze darkened, and he crossed the room in three long strides. “It suits you too well,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “You’re the most dangerous thing here, Bella. And you don’t even know it.”

Before I could respond, the sound of engines roaring in the distance shattered the moment. Every head turned toward the windows, and Razor was already moving, barking orders. “We’ve got company. Cutter, Ironhead, take point. Rocco, cover the back.”

Wolf’s hand tightened on my arm. “Stay close to me,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Outside, the night was alive with the growl of motorcycles and the glint of headlights cutting through the trees. A rival MC the Steel Vipers had come, their numbers too many to count at first glance. But they weren’t just here for a fight. I could feel it in the way they moved, their leader stepping forward with a smug grin.

“Where’s your wolf?” he called out, his voice dripping with mockery. “We’ve come to settle things once and for all.”

Wolf stepped in front of me, his body a wall of muscle and fury. “You’ve made a mistake coming here,” he said, his voice cold and deadly. “This is our territory, and you’re not walking out of here.”

The leader laughed, pulling a knife from his belt. “Big words for a man hiding behind his club.”

Before I could blink, Wolf lunged. The fight exploded like a storm, the brothers moving as one. Gunfire cracked through the night, and fists collided with flesh in a brutal symphony. Wolf’s focus was singular, his body a blur as he tore through the rival crew like a force of nature.

I watched in stunned silence, my heart pounding as the chaos unfolded around me. But it wasn’t until the leader lunged for me, his knife glinting under the moonlight, that I truly saw the beast within Wolf.

He changed in an instant. One moment, he was a man; the next, he was something else entirely. His form twisted and reshaped, fur sprouting from his skin as claws replaced fingers. His wolf stood tall and massive, a creature of primal power and grace. His glowing eyes locked onto mine for a heartbeat before he turned and leapt, tackling the man mid-stride.

The fight was over as quickly as it began. The leader didn’t stand a chance. Wolf’s jaws closed around his throat, a low growl rumbling through the clearing as the man went limp. When it was done, Wolf turned back to me, his fur matted with blood, his breathing heavy.

I should have been terrified. But as I stared at him, all I felt was awe. He was magnificent, wild and untamed, and he was mine.

The rest of the crew surrendered quickly, Razor and the brothers rounding them up with practiced efficiency. The fire that had burned so brightly moments ago began to fade, replaced by relief and exhaustion. Wolf shifted back into his human form, his movements slow, his gaze searching for me.

When he reached me, his hands cupped my face, his eyes filled with worry. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

I nodded, my hands covering his. “I’m fine,” I said. “You…you were incredible.”

His lips curved into a faint smile. “You’re not afraid?”

“Never,” I said, my voice steady. “You’re mine, Wolf. All of you.”

The words seemed to hit him harder than any blow. He pulled me into his arms, holding me like he never wanted to let go. Around us, the brothers cheered, their laughter and shouts filling the air. It wasn’t just a victory. It was a beginning.

As the moon dipped lower in the sky, the clubhouse came alive with celebration. Music blared, drinks flowed, and the bonds of the pack grew stronger. Lena pulled me into a dance, her laughter infectious as she spun me around. Ironhead clinked glasses with me, his grin sharp as he toasted to “the bravest damn woman here.”

Wolf watched it all from the edge of the room, his gaze never straying far from me. When I finally broke free from the crowd, he pulled me into his lap, his arms wrapping around me as though I was the only thing grounding him.

“You fit here,” he said, his voice soft enough that only I could hear it. “With me. With them. You’re part of this pack now, Bella. My mate. My everything.”

I leaned into him, my fingers tracing the tattoos on his chest. “I never thought I’d find a place where I belonged,” I admitted. “But with you? With them? I’ve never felt more at home.”

The night stretched on, a celebration of survival, of love, of a new beginning. And as Wolf held me close, his lips brushing against my hair, I knew that no matter what came next, we’d face it together. The girl in the red dress and the wolf at her side—a story that was just beginning.

The End.