In the heart of Cedar Grove, shadows conceal more than secrets— they whisper truths. Dr. Isla Rivers never thought she'd return to her small hometown, let alone to the clinic her father built. But after his mysterious disappearance, Isla steps into his shoes, seeking solace among furry patients and the echoes of a life she left behind. The quiet town holds more than nostalgia, though. Strange sounds haunt her clinic, shadows stretch unnaturally, and whispers from her childhood dreams beckon her toward the unknown. When a journal marked with her father’s enigmatic crescent moon symbol appears, Isla is thrust into a world she never imagined—one where werewolves roam the woods, a prophecy threatens to unravel reality, and her own bloodline holds a secret more powerful than she’s ready to face. Guided by a cryptic stranger named Astra and an unwelcome connection to Luca Moreau, the brooding alpha of the local pack, Isla must confront the truth about her father’s disappearance, her heritage, and the prophecy that ties her fate to the Crescent Moon pack. But as passions ignite and dangers close in, Isla must decide who to trust and what sacrifices she’s willing to make—for love, for family, and for the truth that could reshape both the human and werewolf worlds forever. Welcome to Cedar Grove. The wolves are waiting.
View MoreThe night felt endless.I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so tangled, so stretched thin. Every thought, every breath seemed to lead back to the same conclusion: nothing made sense anymore. I was standing on the edge of something much bigger than myself. Something dangerous, something powerful. And Luca, despite his insistence that he was trying to protect me, couldn’t shelter me from the truth forever.I sat in the small room that had once been my father's office, the same familiar walls now feeling colder than I remembered. The journal rested on the desk in front of me, the mark on its cover—still sharp, still unsettling—burned into my mind.The whispers from my dreams had become louder, clearer. It wasn’t just a random string of words. It was a language, one that tugged at something deep inside me. The more I heard it, the more familiar it felt, as if it was a part of me. A part of my bloodline. But why? Why hadn’t I known about it until now?
I woke up in darkness. My body felt heavy, weighted down by a presence I couldn’t explain. A low, aching throb pulsed through my head, the remnants of the force that had struck me still lingering in the air. My fingers twitched, and I tried to push myself upright, but the sensation of something wrapping around my wrist stopped me. I instinctively reached for it, my hand brushing against cool metal. Panic rose in my chest, but I forced myself to take slow, steady breaths.Where was I?The last thing I remembered was the sharp pain, the cold energy surging through me. The sense of being pulled apart from the inside. And then darkness.“Isla.”The sound of my name being spoken, low and urgent, broke through the fog in my mind. My heart skipped, and I blinked, trying to focus on the voice. It was Luca’s, but something was off. It wasn’t the warm, comforting tone I had come to associate with him. It was raw, jagged, filled with an intensity I couldn’t place.“Luca?” I croaked, my throat dr
The world felt like it was spinning around me, like a storm I couldn’t escape. The realization that I was somehow tied to Luca and the Crescent Moon pack hit me harder than anything else had in years. The secrets, the shadows, the pull I had felt since I was a child—it was all starting to make sense in ways I never could’ve imagined. But the truth was more complicated, and darker, than I had ever anticipated.I walked back to my car in a daze, my thoughts tangled, my body on autopilot. The moon overhead was full and brilliant, its light casting an eerie glow on the trees around me. Everything about this night felt wrong, like we were standing on the edge of something we couldn’t control. And I was just standing there, waiting for the inevitable.Luca’s presence lingered in my mind, his words echoing in my head. "You’re a part of this now, Isla." His eyes had been so intense, so full of conviction. It felt like they were burning through me, pulling me into a future I wasn’t sure I was
The wind was picking up again, swirling around us in the clearing, tugging at the edges of my coat as if it, too, were impatient for the truth to be spoken. I stood between Luca and Astra, feeling smaller than I ever had before. The world seemed so much bigger than I had realized, and I had no idea if I was ready to face whatever lay ahead. But there was no going back now. Not after the things I had seen, the things I had learned.Luca’s eyes flicked over me, a quiet tension in his gaze, but he didn’t speak right away. Instead, he stepped forward, his tall figure casting a long shadow in the moonlight. His presence was heavy, like the weight of the entire forest was resting on his shoulders. Astra watched him closely, as if waiting for him to make the first move, but I could sense her own impatience, a quiet energy vibrating in the air around her.“You don’t have to do this, Luca,” Astra said, her voice unusually soft, though there was an underlying firmness to it. “You can walk away.
The days blurred together after that night. I couldn’t shake the sense that something was unraveling beneath the surface, a story long buried that I was only just beginning to scratch the surface of. I spent hours at the clinic, trying to focus on routine matters, the things that used to fill my days. But no matter how many dogs I treated or cats I checked in for their annual vaccinations, my mind kept drifting back to the journal, to Luca’s words, to the prophecy.To the pack.To everything I thought I knew.The phone rang late one afternoon, and I nearly dropped the syringe I was holding when I saw the caller ID. It was Astra.“I was hoping I’d catch you,” her voice said when I answered, light and teasing, though I could hear the edge of urgency beneath it. “You’ve been quiet since our little meeting. I thought you might have gotten cold feet.”I wasn’t sure if I was angry or relieved to hear from her. She had appeared out of nowhere, dropping bombshells on me about my father’s life
The moon had already begun its descent when I arrived back at the clinic, the eerie stillness of the night settling in around me like a blanket. The events of the past few hours felt like a blur—fragments of conversations, whispered secrets, and the weight of my father’s disappearance pressing down on my chest. I had spent my whole life pushing away the idea that something extraordinary, something outside of the life I had known, was waiting for me. But now, with the journal in my hands and Luca’s words echoing in my mind, I couldn’t deny it any longer. I was part of something bigger.I pushed open the clinic door, the familiar scent of antiseptic and dried herbs greeting me. It should have been comforting, but the silence that hung over the place was unnerving. The clinic had always been full of life—dogs barking, cats meowing, and the chatter of patients’ owners filling the air. Now, it felt empty, almost hollow. My father had built this clinic with so much love, and now I was here,
The moon hung heavy in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the trees surrounding Cedar Grove. The world seemed to hold its breath, the kind of silence that only came when something monumental was about to unfold. I stood at the edge of the woods, my senses heightened, the air thick with anticipation. Somewhere deep in the forest, Isla was making her way toward me, clutching the journal that had set everything in motion.It had been hours since I left her at the clinic, but the connection between us had only grown stronger. I could feel her hesitation, her wariness, but beneath it all, there was something else. A pull. A connection neither of us could escape, no matter how hard we tried. And it terrified me.I paced back and forth, waiting for her arrival. The sounds of the night—crickets chirping, the wind rustling through the trees—felt like they were amplifying the tension that thrummed through me. I had no idea what she would say when she finally arrived, but I knew one thing for
I followed Isla into the clinic, my feet heavy on the floor as though the weight of her uncertainty was pressing down on me. She moved ahead, the journal still clutched in her hands like it held the answers she didn’t yet know she was searching for. There was a strange tension between us, a pull neither of us could deny, and it made the air feel thick, like the calm before a storm.The clinic was quiet now, the bustle of the day long gone, leaving only the soft hum of fluorescent lights above. The smell of antiseptic and animal medicine lingered in the air, mixing with the faint trace of pine and earth that clung to me from the forest. Isla walked to the counter, setting the journal down with a soft thud. She seemed to be trying to process everything—what had just happened, what she had seen, and what it meant for her.I leaned against the doorframe, watching her with a mix of wariness and something I couldn’t quite place. She was braver than most people I knew. Hell, braver than I’d
I never thought I’d be caught in a moment like this, but then, life had a way of pulling me into its tangled mess without asking for permission.Luca Moreau. Alpha-in-waiting. Soon to be the one responsible for holding the Crescent Moon pack together—or tearing it apart, depending on how I handled the choices in front of me.The forest around me felt like home. It was in my blood, a connection I couldn’t sever no matter how far I ran. The rustling leaves, the shifting shadows, the weight of the full moon pressing down on me—everything about this moment screamed that something was changing. I could feel it in my bones, that unmistakable sense that the world I’d built for myself was about to fracture.I had been tracking the rogues for days, but it wasn’t just the rogues that worried me anymore. It was her. Isla Rivers.Isla had slipped under my skin in a way I hadn’t expected, a connection that was more than just physical attraction or curiosity. It was something deeper, something prim
I never thought I'd be back in Cedar Grove, yet here I was, sitting behind my father's old desk in the clinic he'd built from the ground up. Dr. Isla Rivers, following in her father's footsteps – that's what everyone in town kept saying, their voices laced with pity. Twenty-eight years old, newly appointed head veterinarian of Cedar Grove Animal Clinic, and completely alone. Well, not completely. I had my patients – the four-legged variety that couldn't ask questions about Dad's disappearance or why I'd abandoned my promising career at a prestigious Chicago animal hospital to return to this tiny town.The scratching sound came again, pulling me from my thoughts. It had been haunting me all afternoon. I set my pen down on the last patient file of the day, trying to ignore how my hand trembled. Through the clinic's windows, I watched dusk paint our small town in shades of amber and shadow. The scratches had been getting louder, accompanied by whimpers and whispered conversations beyond ...
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