Eve sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the dim candlelight flickering against the stone walls. Sleep refused to claim her, not after everything she had learned. The Blood Moon prophecy. The power inside her. The way Damien and Luca looked at her—one with knowing, the other with fear. A strange pressure pressed against her skull, like a whisper just out of reach. Her breath hitched as images flickered in her mind. A dark forest. Silver mist curling around ancient stones. A woman’s voice—low, commanding. Find the path before it finds you. Eve gasped and clutched her head. The vision shattered like broken glass, leaving only the ghost of the words behind. Luca stirred from his chair near the door, his gaze sharpening. “What’s wrong?” She swallowed, trying to steady her breathing. “I saw something. Again.” He was at her side in an instant, his hands gripping her shoulders. “Tell me.” She hesitated. Would he believe her? Would he think she was losing control? “I think…” she whi
The ground trembled beneath Eve’s feet, sending a violent shudder through the air. She barely had time to react before the trees around them shifted, their branches twisting unnaturally as if they were alive. The once-familiar scent of damp earth was now tainted with something rotten, ancient, and unnatural. Luca’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist tightly. “We need to move. Now.” His voice was sharp, urgent. Eve’s heartbeat pounded in her ears as she glanced at Damien. He stood rigid, his eyes scanning the trees. “They’re not trying to kill us,” he muttered. “They’re forcing us somewhere.” Eve swallowed hard, the weight of his words pressing against her ribs. She felt it too—an unseen force pushing them in one direction. The whispers grew louder, curling into her ears, murmuring her name. “Come home.” Her breath hitched. The voice wasn’t coming from one source—it came from everywhere, surrounding her, calling her. A flash of movement to her right. A shadow slithered between th
Eve Langley stood at the edge of Black Hollow, the town that had once been her home, staring down the narrow road that led into the heart of it. The fog was thick, curling up from the earth like a living thing, making the trees that bordered the path look like shadowy silhouettes. The quiet of the place was unsettling, and she shivered despite herself.It had been years since she last set foot in Black Hollow, years since she had run away from this strange, eerie little town with its cryptic whispers and its dark secrets. The kind of place where nothing ever truly changed, and yet, everything seemed to shift under the surface. She hadn’t wanted to come back—there had been no real reason to—but something inside her had tugged at her, pulling her back like an invisible thread. A letter from her grandmother, one she had never expected, had arrived weeks ago, summoning her home. And then, the dreams. Strange, haunting dreams of the moon, of wolves, and of a pull she couldn’t explain.Now
Eve followed Luca in silence, her heart pounding in her chest. She wasn’t sure what she had agreed to, or why she had let him lead her away from the house, but something about him felt undeniable. There was an air of authority around him, something ancient and powerful that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. It was like walking through a fog, disoriented and unsure, but unable to turn back.The path through Black Hollow was eerily quiet. The trees on either side of the narrow road stood tall and still, their branches creaking faintly in the wind. It was the kind of silence that made the air feel heavy, as if something was waiting to happen. The hairs on the back of Eve’s neck stood up, but she kept walking. What else could she do?Luca led her down the road, his steps sure and confident. He didn’t look back, but she could feel his gaze on her, even without him turning around. It was unsettling. She didn’t know what to make of him. There was a part of her that wanted to run, to turn
Eve’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief. The building around her—the Silverclaws' home—felt colder now that the initial shock had worn off. The truth of the situation started sinking in, but it wasn’t a truth she was ready to accept. She had been thrust into this world, this legacy, and now she was supposed to make a choice? Choose whether to embrace her destiny or reject it? How was she supposed to make that kind of decision? She wasn’t some mythical creature, some chosen one from an ancient prophecy. She was just Eve Langley—someone who had wanted to find peace and answers. Now, she was being told that her life had been mapped out long before she even arrived in Black Hollow. “What do you mean I’m part of the Silverclaws?” Eve’s voice broke the silence that had settled over the room. She turned her gaze from Luca, Lila, and the other members of the pack, unable to keep her eyes on them for too long. “How could I be part of a pack? I’m just... I’m just me.” “You’re
The days that followed were a blur of emotions, uncertainty, and confusion. Every time Eve tried to grasp the enormity of the situation, her mind would snap back, overwhelmed by the weight of what Luca, Lila, and the other Silverclaws had told her. A part of her wished she could wake up from this nightmare, but there was no waking up from reality. She was here, and this was happening. She couldn’t escape her destiny, no matter how hard she tried.Luca had given her a few days to adjust, to process what had been revealed to her. But those days felt like they lasted an eternity. Every time she closed her eyes, images of wolves—huge, powerful, primal—would flood her mind. She saw herself among them, not as an observer, but as one of them. Her heart would race, and she’d wake up in a cold sweat, her pulse thundering in her ears.It was a constant reminder that what they had told her was true. She wasn’t just a human. She wasn’t just Eve Langley, a young woman seeking answers. She was some
The morning after her first shift was one of exhaustion and awe. Eve woke with a headache, her body aching in places she didn’t know could ache. But it wasn’t just physical—it was as though something inside her had shifted too, in ways she couldn’t yet understand. The wolf was there, prowling in the back of her mind, always present. Even though she was back in her human form, she could feel it, like a quiet hum beneath her skin.The moment she stepped out of the small cabin she had been given within the Silverclaw compound, she could sense the change in the air. There was an unusual tension, a heaviness that hung over the camp. The usual bustling sounds of the wolves preparing for the day were muted, and there was a quiet that didn’t quite fit.Luca had told her they would train every morning. But today, something felt different. Something was off.Eve met Luca outside, her nerves still a mess from the previous night’s transformation. He stood with his arms crossed, his usual calm exp
Eve woke with a start, her breath coming in short gasps. The dream had felt so real—dark woods, glowing red eyes watching her from the shadows, and a deep voice whispering her name. She ran a hand through her hair, trying to shake off the lingering fear. But something inside her told her that the dream was not just a dream. It felt like a warning. The early morning light streamed through the wooden cabin’s small window. The air was cool, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. For a moment, she allowed herself to enjoy the peacefulness. But that peace didn’t last long. A loud knock on her door startled her. Before she could respond, Lila’s voice came through, urgent and firm. “Eve, wake up. Luca wants you outside. Now.” Eve sighed, stretching her sore limbs. After days of intense training, her muscles ached in places she didn’t even know existed. But she knew better than to keep Luca waiting. Throwing on a simple shirt and pants, she stepped outside into the cool morning air.
The ground trembled beneath Eve’s feet, sending a violent shudder through the air. She barely had time to react before the trees around them shifted, their branches twisting unnaturally as if they were alive. The once-familiar scent of damp earth was now tainted with something rotten, ancient, and unnatural. Luca’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist tightly. “We need to move. Now.” His voice was sharp, urgent. Eve’s heartbeat pounded in her ears as she glanced at Damien. He stood rigid, his eyes scanning the trees. “They’re not trying to kill us,” he muttered. “They’re forcing us somewhere.” Eve swallowed hard, the weight of his words pressing against her ribs. She felt it too—an unseen force pushing them in one direction. The whispers grew louder, curling into her ears, murmuring her name. “Come home.” Her breath hitched. The voice wasn’t coming from one source—it came from everywhere, surrounding her, calling her. A flash of movement to her right. A shadow slithered between th
Eve sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the dim candlelight flickering against the stone walls. Sleep refused to claim her, not after everything she had learned. The Blood Moon prophecy. The power inside her. The way Damien and Luca looked at her—one with knowing, the other with fear. A strange pressure pressed against her skull, like a whisper just out of reach. Her breath hitched as images flickered in her mind. A dark forest. Silver mist curling around ancient stones. A woman’s voice—low, commanding. Find the path before it finds you. Eve gasped and clutched her head. The vision shattered like broken glass, leaving only the ghost of the words behind. Luca stirred from his chair near the door, his gaze sharpening. “What’s wrong?” She swallowed, trying to steady her breathing. “I saw something. Again.” He was at her side in an instant, his hands gripping her shoulders. “Tell me.” She hesitated. Would he believe her? Would he think she was losing control? “I think…” she whi
The air was thick with tension as Eve sat by the flickering fire, her mind replaying the encounter with the red-eyed woman. The sensation still lingered, like embers burning beneath her skin, threatening to ignite at any moment. Every breath she took felt heavier, as if something deep within her had been awakened, yet she couldn’t grasp what it was. Luca and Damien stood a short distance away, locked in hushed conversation, their postures stiff and guarded. Eve clenched her fists, frustration mounting. She could feel it—the way they danced around the truth, shielding her from something she had every right to know. Finally, she had enough. Rising to her feet, she marched toward them, her voice cutting through the silence. “No more secrets.” Luca turned sharply, his blue eyes flashing. “Eve—” “No,” she interrupted, her pulse hammering. “Something happened back there. Something I don’t understand, but I know you do.” Her gaze darted between the two men. “Tell me the truth. What
The night was heavy with tension as they crossed the threshold into Silverclaw territory. The moment they stepped into the clearing, the waiting warriors closed in, their faces marked with concern and barely concealed suspicion. Some glanced at Eve with unreadable expressions, while others focused on Luca and Damien, as if expecting another fight to break out between the two alphas. Luca strode forward, his voice cutting through the murmurs. “Everyone inside. Now.” The command left no room for argument. The warriors parted to let them pass, though their unease lingered in the air like a storm about to break. Eve felt the weight of their stares, the unspoken questions pressing down on her. She kept her chin up, refusing to cower, but inside, her mind was spinning. The red-eyed woman’s words clung to her like shadows, refusing to fade. As they entered the great hall, the torches flickered wildly, casting restless shadows against the wooden walls. The elders were already waiting, the
Eve stood frozen in place, her mind racing with Nyra’s words. The prophecy was meant to be broken? Everything she had been told—the Blood Moon, the fated war, her role in all of it—was nothing more than a constructed fate designed to control her? The weight of it settled heavily in her chest. She wanted to deny it, to push it away, but deep down, something about Nyra’s revelation rang true. Luca’s expression remained hard, his blue eyes unreadable. “You expect us to believe that centuries of prophecy can just be undone?” His voice was tight with skepticism. Nyra’s red eyes gleamed in the dim torchlight. “I don’t expect you to believe me, Alpha. I expect you to decide if you want to be a pawn or something more.” Eve looked at Damien. For once, the ever-smirking Alpha was serious. “If the prophecy was never meant to be fulfilled, then someone benefits from making sure it happens.” He glanced at Eve. “Which means they’ll stop at nothing to make sure you follow their script.” A chill
The weight of the Blood Moon prophecy sat heavy on Eve’s chest as she stood outside the Silverclaw stronghold, staring at the darkened forest ahead. The truth—the terrifying, undeniable truth—had been revealed. She was more than just a werewolf. More than just another member of Luca’s pack. She was something else entirely. Luca stood beside her, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Damien leaned casually against a stone pillar a few feet away, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. The silence between them was thick, stretched tight by the tension that had yet to ease. “We need to move quickly,” Damien finally broke the quiet, pushing off the pillar. “My contacts picked up a trail leading east—out past the old ruins near Black Hollow.” Luca’s eyes narrowed. “And how exactly do you have contacts sniffing around my territory?” Damien chuckled. “Oh, Luca. You should know by now—I always know what’s happening.” Eve stepped between them before another fight could break out.
The moment Eve and Damien emerged from the treeline, several Silverclaw warriors turned toward them, their expressions a mixture of relief and tension. At the center of them stood Luca. His sharp eyes swept over Eve, then Damien, then the bloodstained ground where their fallen warriors lay. His jaw clenched, his posture rigid with barely contained anger. “Eve.” His voice was rough, as if he had been holding back a storm of emotions. She opened her mouth, but before she could speak, he turned his glare to Damien. “What the hell are you doing here?” Damien smirked, wiping the blood from his forehead. “Nice to see you too, Alpha.” Luca’s growl rumbled through the air. “I don’t remember inviting you onto my land.” Damien shrugged. “Didn’t exactly need an invitation. I was helping.” Luca took a threatening step forward. “Helping? Or manipulating?” Eve quickly moved between them, sensing the tension ready to explode. “Luca, stop!” His gaze snapped to her, frustration flickering
Eve sat in the dimly lit room, her hands trembling as she tried to steady her breathing. The sensation of power still lingered in her veins, an unfamiliar force that had erupted from within her like a storm she could not control. Her mind replayed the moment she had paralyzed the rogue with a mere thought—how the air had thickened, how time itself had seemed to halt. She clenched her fists, trying to push the memory away, but the unease gnawed at her. The door creaked open, and Luca stepped inside. His gaze was unreadable, his posture tense. Eve expected comfort, reassurance, but instead, she saw hesitation in his golden eyes. He sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers brushing against hers, but the warmth she had once found in his touch now felt distant. “You’re quiet,” she murmured, watching him closely. He exhaled, running a hand through his dark hair. “I just… I don’t understand what happened back there.” Eve’s chest tightened. She wanted to tell him she didn’t understand eit
The tension lingered in the air, thick and suffocating. Luca’s declaration—his insistence on coming with her—was both a relief and a source of conflict. Eve knew he wanted to protect her, but she also knew he didn’t trust the Nightshade Coven. His jaw was set in stone, his stance rigid, like he was preparing for a battle before they even took their first step toward the witches. Damien, on the other hand, looked far too pleased. His golden eyes gleamed with amusement, his smirk never wavering. “Glad to see we’re all on the same page,” he drawled. “Pack your things, sweetheart. We leave at dawn.” Luca growled, but Eve placed a hand on his arm before he could lunge. “No fighting,” she murmured. Damien chuckled. “Oh, trust me, sweetheart. I’d hate to hurt your Alpha’s pride before our little trip.” Luca’s fists clenched, his entire body tensed. But Eve didn’t let go of him. She could feel the anger rolling off him in waves, but beneath it, there was something else—worry. And th