WEREWOLF SYSTEM

Kyle's POV

The first time I heard the whisper, I thought it was just the wind.

A soft murmur, barely audible, weaving through the trees outside my window. I sat up in bed, my breath catching as the sound grew clearer.

"Run."

I turned my head sharply, scanning the dimly lit room. The only movement came from the curtains, swaying gently against the night breeze.

My pulse throbbed in my ears.

I was alone.

I squeezed my eyes shut and lay back down, forcing myself to ignore it. But the moment I drifted into sleep, the dream swallowed me whole.

I was running.

The earth was damp beneath my feet, the scent of wet leaves and soil filling my lungs. The wind lashed against my face, cool and sharp, but I didn't stop. I couldn't.

Muscles coiled and released with effortless precision as I darted through the forest. Every sense was alive—the rustling of prey in the undergrowth, the distant hoot of an owl, the rhythmic pounding of my own heartbeat.

Then, the scent hit me.

Blood.

Rich. Fresh. It called to something deep inside me, awakening an instinct I didn't recognize. My lips curled, my breath hitching. My body tensed, ready to—

I woke up gasping.

My sheets were damp with sweat, my heart slamming against my ribs.

I pressed a shaking hand to my forehead. What the hell was that?

The taste of iron lingered on my tongue.

Elena's POV

Kyle wasn't okay.

I had been watching him all morning.

At first, I thought I was imagining things. But there was something in his posture, the way his head snapped toward sounds no one else seemed to hear.

During class, he barely paid attention, his gaze distant, his hands clenched so tight his knuckles turned white.

Then, there were his eyes.

Not the color—they were still dark, sharp—but the way they moved. He wasn't just looking at people; he was reading them.

I noticed it when Mr. Calloway asked Marcus if he had completed his homework. Marcus, of course, lied—he always did. But Kyle didn't just roll his eyes or shake his head like the rest of us.

He stared at Marcus, his expression unreadable. Then he smirked, like he knew.

That's when I realized.

Kyle could tell when someone was lying.

I shivered.

Whatever happened to him that night… it was still happening.

And it was getting worse.

Aaron's POV

Kyle was changing.

I could see it in the way he moved, the way he held himself. He was hyperaware, every muscle in his body coiled like a spring, waiting to snap.

He doesn't realize it yet.

But he would.

I kept my distance, watching from the far side of the hall as he walked past. His steps were light, his movements fluid—too fluid for someone who had no training. His head tilted slightly at every sound, his eyes flicking toward conversations happening across the corridor.

He was noticing things no normal human should.

A part of me wanted to intervene, to warn him. But he wouldn't listen. Not yet.

So I waited.

Because sooner or later, Kyle would have to face the truth.

And when he did, he wouldn't be the same person anymore.

Kyle's POV

The whispers didn't stop.

By the time gym class rolled around, my head was pounding. I could hear everything—conversations at the other end of the gym, the faint creak of sneakers against the polished floor, the rhythmic breathing of the students stretching before warm-ups.

It was too much.

I rubbed my temples and forced myself to focus. Ignore it.

"Yo, Kyle!" someone called. "You good?"

I forced a nod, not trusting my voice.

Coach Montgomery blew his whistle. "Alright, listen up! Today, we're running agility drills. Stay sharp, stay fast."

The class groaned, but I barely processed it. My skin tingled, my body on edge.

Then, something shifted.

The whispers stopped.

Silence.

A flicker of movement caught my eye.

Something fast—too fast—was heading straight for me.

Instinct took over.

Before I could think, my body twisted sharply to the side, muscles reacting before my brain caught up.

A medicine ball—the size of a goddamn watermelon—slammed into the spot where I had just been standing.

The impact sent a deep boom reverberating through the gym floor.

The room fell silent.

"What the hell?" someone muttered.

I turned my head slowly.

The ball rolled to a stop against the wall. A normal person wouldn't have seen it coming, let alone dodged it.

My hands trembled.

I looked up—and locked eyes with Aaron.

His expression was unreadable.

But his eyes?

His eyes said everything.

He knew.

And now, so did I.

Note: Sorry for the short chapter.

Will make other chapters longer than this