Craving Him | MM, Werewolf, Soulmate

Chapter 37

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Rick

Waiting three months was becoming unbearable. Every time Sam looked at Rick, his body ignited with the urge to jump him. The heated stares Rick gave him during training weren't helping either. It was like the fire between them was simmering just beneath the surface, ready to erupt.

Today, after training, Sam stayed back like many of the others to work on his routine. The Tournament was nearing, only three months left now. Sam wanted to impress Rick. He had decided to do half the hurdle course in human form and half in wolf, testing both his agility and his shifting speed.

He waited for Carl to leave, who was lingering on the track. The guy was deliberately wasting time, chatting with his buddies instead of training. Sam's wolf had been itching to come out to take revenge for the last time he hit Sam. Sam knew better though, he held it back. He didn't want to pick a fight with Carl so close to the tournament. It could ruin everything. Teammates needed to stick together, after all.

Sam kept waiting for Carl to leave so he could start without being distracted by him. But the longer Carl lingered, the more time Sam lost his pataince. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He walked up to Carl, kept his voice calm and said, "Are you done? You are not even doing anything. If you step aside others can practice too, you know."

Carl looked around, feigning confusion. "Oh, really? I don't see anyone else." He smirked, his tone mocking.

Sam clenched his fists. "I don't have the patience to bicker with you. Step aside and let me practice my set."

Carl's smirk widened. "Let me practice my set," he mocked, making exaggerated faces. Then his voice dropped, colder. "Don't worry, Jordan has a big heart. He'll keep you on the team even if you tank the tournament... as long as you suck his cock good."

Before Sam could think, his fist connected with Carl's jaw. The crack echoed in the empty field, and for a second, Carl just stood there, stunned. Then, he lunged forward, ready to swing back, but Minnie grabbed his arm and pulled him away.

"He's not worth it," she hissed, tugging Carl toward the exit. Sam watched them go, feeling a strange mixture of relief and dread. Something wasn't right. Carl wasn't the type to let things go that easily.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur as Sam practiced his sets on the hurdle course. He felt a little sad that Rick wasn't there to see him working so hard.

Sam couldn't shake the feeling that Carl was planning something, but he pushed the thought away, focusing on his routine. As the sun set, he began his run back home, cycling down the quiet streets. That's when it happened.

Out of nowhere, a sharp kick knocked him off his bike. He hit the ground hard, his body slamming into the pavement as pain shot through his side. Before he could react, Carl's wolf was on him, teeth sinking into his leg, throwing him down as if he weighed nothing. Juno appeared from the shadows, a syringe in his hand. Sam barely had time to register the cold needle in his neck before everything went black.

Sam woke in the dead of night, the world around him a blur. His body felt strange—weak, aching. He was in wolf form, and the scent of blood filled the air. His leg throbbed where Carl's wolf had bitten him, and his head was spinning. Slowly, painfully, he shifted back to his human form, his limbs trembling from the effort.