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 my hearing.
"Hello?" I called out, pushing back from my desk. My ceramic mug of now-cold tea rattled against patient forms and prescription pads. "Mrs. Henderson? Is Scout's stitches giving you trouble again?"
Nothing but silence answered me. That same heavy silence that had followed me for weeks, ever since I'd returned home to take over the practice. Three months since Dad's disappearance, I still expected to find him hunched over his microscope in the back room, muttering about unusual blood samples and lunar cycles.
The motion-activated lights in the waiting room flickered on, and my heart jumped into my throat. I'd triple-checked the locks myself at closing – a habit born from too many late nights alone in the clinic. The scratching came again, followed by a low whine that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. That wasn't a normal dog whine. It sounded almost... human.
"This is ridiculous," I muttered, grabbing the heavy flashlight from my desk drawer. The weight of it was reassuring in my hand as I moved toward the waiting room. "You're a veterinarian, Isla, not some scared kid jumping at shadows."
But shadows were exactly what greeted me – deep pools of darkness that seemed to writhe in the corners despite the overhead lights. The familiar room felt wrong somehow, as if the space had stretched and distorted while my back was turned. My heart thundered against my ribs as I swept the flashlight beam across empty chairs and educational posters about heartworm prevention.
The scratch came from behind me now, by the back door that led to the surgery suite. I spun around, flashlight beam cutting through the darkness. For a split second, I saw something impossible – eyes reflecting gold in the darkness, too high up to be any normal animal. Then they were gone, leaving only the echo of movement and the lingering scent of pine needles and earth.
My hands shook as I fumbled for the light switch. The fluorescent tubes hummed to life, revealing nothing out of place. No muddy pawprints, no scratches on the door. Just the same neat rows of surgical instruments I'd sterilized that afternoon, gleaming under the harsh light.
But there, on the counter next to Dad's old microscope, lay something that hadn't been there before. A small leather-bound journal, its pages yellow with age. As I reached for it, my fingers brushed against an unusual mark burned into the cover – a crescent moon intersected by what looked like claw marks.
The same mark I'd seen tattooed on Dad's wrist, though he'd never tell me what it meant, no matter how many times I asked.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, making me jump. The caller ID showed an unknown number, but something made me answer anyway. The voice on the other end was female, smooth as honey but with an edge of urgency that made my skin prickle.
"Dr. Rivers? My name is Astra. I believe you've just found something that belongs to your father." She paused, and I could hear the weight of unspoken words in that silence. "We need to talk about what really happened to him."
I stared at the journal in my hand, at the mark that seemed to shimmer in the fluorescent light. "I'm listening."
"Not over the phone." Another pause. "There's a clearing in the woods behind Cedar Grove Cemetery. Midnight. Bring the journal." The line went dead before I could respond.
I should call the police. Should lock up the clinic and go home to my safe, normal life of treating allergic cats and overwrought golden retrievers. But my fingers were already tracing the mark on the journal's cover, and in my mind, I heard the whispers from my dreams – the ones that had haunted me since childhood, speaking in a language that felt like home.
The sun had fully set now, leaving the clinic in pools of artificial light. As I gathered my things, I caught my reflection in the window. For a moment, just a moment, I could have sworn my eyes flashed gold in the darkness. Like those other eyes I'd seen. Like Dad's used to, sometimes, when he thought I wasn't looking.
Midnight wasn't far away. And finally, after all these years of questions, I might get some answers.
Even if they changed everything I thought I knew about myself.
The woods stretched out before me, their tangled branches like skeletal arms against the star-pierced sky. The journal’s leather cover felt warm in my hand, as if it were absorbing my nervous energy. Each step I took toward the clearing felt heavier, the weight of unanswered questions pressing down on me.What did Astra mean about my father being part of a world I knew nothing about? And how did I fit into it?I tightened my grip on the flashlight as the cemetery gates creaked shut behind me, the sound echoing into the still night. The gravel path gave way to dirt, and soon the dense forest swallowed me whole. The air here was different—cooler, thicker, and laced with a faint scent of pine and something metallic that set my teeth on edge.The clearing wasn’t far, Astra had said, but it felt like the trail stretched endlessly into darkness. I kept moving, the journal tucked under my arm and my flashlight cutting through the shadows. Every rustle of leaves or snap of a twig made me jump
By the time I reached the edge of the forest, my lungs burned, and my legs felt like they’d been turned to lead. I stumbled into the clearing behind the clinic, my flashlight swinging wildly, illuminating nothing but empty darkness. My heart pounded in my ears, drowning out the distant howls that still echoed through the woods.The journal was clutched tightly to my chest, its crescent moon mark now feeling more like a brand than an emblem. My hands trembled as I slid down against the side of the building, struggling to catch my breath.What had I just seen? Wolves that weren’t wolves. Astra turning into one of them like it was the most natural thing in the world. And those rogues… they weren’t just after me. They were after this.The journal.I glanced down at it, my fingers tracing the edges of the leather cover. Questions swirled in my mind, each one more impossible than the last. Was Astra okay? Who—or what—had my father been? And why did these creatures care so much about this ol
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 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
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
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 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 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.
Isla didn’t sleep that night. She couldn’t. The weight of the journal in her hands, the secrets it held, pressed against her ribs, like a thousand unspoken words clawing to get out. Her thoughts raced, colliding with one another in a chaos she couldn’t untangle. There was no escaping it anymore—the world she had known was slipping away, and what was replacing it felt unfamiliar, even dangerous.The cabin was quiet, save for the soft crackling of the fire, which seemed to mirror the restless stirrings inside her chest. Outside, the wind howled, making the trees sway like shadows dancing in the night. She wrapped her arms around her knees, hugging them close to her chest, trying to ground herself, but the more she thought, the more she felt like she was being pulled in every direction.The voice on the phone earlier—Astra—had set everything into motion. The rogue, with her cryptic warnings and her unsettling knowledge of Isla’s family, had made it clear: the truth was coming, whether Is
The moon hung heavy in the sky, its silver light filtering through the canopy of trees that surrounded the cabin. Isla had never felt so small, so utterly insignificant, in comparison to the vastness of the world outside. It was as if everything she had known was nothing more than a thin thread unraveling before her, with each pull revealing something darker and deeper than she could have ever imagined. The truth of her heritage, the prophecy, Luca’s struggle—everything was spinning out of control.But at least she wasn’t alone.She could hear the faint crackle of the fire from the hearth behind her as Astra stepped into the clearing, her silhouette framed by the cabin’s door. Despite the shadows around her, Astra had an aura of confidence, of certainty, that Isla couldn’t shake. It was unsettling, the way the rogue seemed so comfortable with the danger that seemed to close in on them from all sides.Astra’s voice broke the silence, its usual teasing edge absent. “You’ve made your cho
The sky had shifted to a pale blue, dawn still far enough away to cast the woods in soft shadows. The silence of the clearing seemed to press in on Isla as she sat at the small wooden table in the cabin, the weight of everything that had been revealed settling on her shoulders. She felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, the ground slipping away beneath her feet, but she was unable to look down.Luca’s words hung in the air, an unspoken promise. "We prepare. Together. And we face what comes—no matter what the cost." But what did that truly mean? And more importantly, what was the cost?Her fingers idly traced the outline of the pendant on the table, the delicate curve of its crescent moon carving a strange heat into her skin. It felt alive now, as if it had been waiting for this moment—waiting for her. Isla glanced at the doorway, half-expecting to see Luca again, to feel his presence nearby. Instead, the cabin was eerily quiet, the stillness almost suffocating.Luca’s Reso
The night air was thick with tension as Isla sat alone in the small, dimly lit cabin at the edge of the woods, the flames of the fire casting jagged shadows across the walls. The pendant still rested in her palm, its weight a constant reminder of the promises made and the secrets she was tangled in. She had never anticipated being here, in this situation. A part of her still wished she could have stayed in Chicago, kept her life simple. But that was before her father’s disappearance—and before Luca.Her thoughts drifted back to him. To the way he had looked at her, the unspoken emotions that lingered between them like an electric charge. There was something undeniable in the way their worlds collided, something that made her think fate was involved. She wasn’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse, but right now, it felt like both.The Crescent Moon Pack’s TerritoryOutside, the winds howled through the trees, the darkness of the night broken only by the flickering glow of torches lead
The journal sat between Isla and Luca on the heavy wooden table, its aged pages illuminated by the flickering glow of the fireplace. Isla stared at it, her fingers twitching slightly as if the weight of its secrets was something tangible pressing down on her.“We’re missing something,” she said finally, breaking the tense silence. Her voice was quiet but edged with frustration.Luca leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. “We’re missing a lot of things. The rogue’s warning, the connection to the prophecy, and why your father had this in the first place.” His golden eyes locked onto hers, searching for something unspoken. “What’s your gut telling you?”Isla hesitated. Her instincts had been both a blessing and a curse lately, leading her to truths she wasn’t sure she was ready to face. “That this journal is more than just a key to the prophecy. It’s a map—guiding us
The cold night air wrapped around Luca like a second skin as he stepped outside. His senses sharpened, his body tensing in anticipation. The faint echo of the rogue’s howl still lingered, a challenge and a warning carried on the wind.The pack’s perimeter was silent, but Luca knew better than to trust the stillness. His wolves would be stationed at their usual posts, patrolling the edges of their territory, but rogues were cunning. They knew how to slip past unnoticed, exploiting weaknesses like predators on a wounded animal.His thoughts wandered briefly to Isla, safe within the meeting hall. She was strong, sharper than anyone gave her credit for, but the thought of her in harm’s way still churned his stomach. He pushed the feeling aside, focusing on the task at hand.A Familiar ScentLuca moved toward the tree line, his footsteps silent on the damp earth. The forest stretched out before him, an endless maze of shadows
The journal sat on the table like a living thing, its worn leather cover emanating an aura of mystery that filled the room. The pack’s meeting hall was quiet now, save for the crackling of the fireplace and the occasional rustle of papers as Astra flipped through pages of notes she had scrawled.Isla leaned forward, her elbows on the table, staring at the book as though it might suddenly offer its secrets. “We’ve been turning pages for hours, and we’re no closer to answers.”Luca, standing behind her, placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Sometimes the answers aren’t in plain sight. We need to look deeper.”Astra snorted, not bothering to look up. “Or maybe the answers are in plain sight, and we’re just too blind to see them.”Isla sighed and leaned back, her gaze shifting to the high windows where the moonlight spilled in, illuminating the room with an ethereal glow. The fight with th
The forest was alive with the low hum of activity. Isla could feel it—an undercurrent of tension that made the air crackle like an impending storm. She stood at the edge of the pack’s perimeter, Luca by her side, their breaths fogging in the crisp night air.The plan was simple on paper: lure the rogues into a controlled area where the pack could gain the upper hand. But simplicity often bred complications, and Isla couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling that they were walking into something far more dangerous than they anticipated.“Stay close to me,” Luca murmured, his voice low but firm.“I’m not going to wander off,” Isla replied, her tone sharper than she intended. She immediately softened it with a glance at him. “I know what’s at stake.”Luca’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing. She could see the worry in his eyes, though he tried to mask it with the stoicism befitting an alpha.Earlier that DayThe pack had gathere
The morning broke with a haze over the packhouse, the usual routine overshadowed by the tension brewing among the pack. The rogues’ message had shaken even the most seasoned wolves, and the senior members were scrambling to prepare for what felt inevitable. Isla woke to the sound of muffled voices outside her window. The pack’s courtyard buzzed with activity—wolves running drills, Callan barking orders, and younger pack members watching with wide eyes. The sight filled her with equal parts determination and dread She stepped into the kitchen, her mind already turning over plans. Luca was there, leaning against the counter with a steaming mug of coffee. His expression was distant, but his eyes softened when he noticed her. “Morning,” he said, his voice rough from lack of sleep. “Did you get any rest?” Isla asked, already knowing the answer. “Not really.” He took a sip of his coffee, his gaze shifting to the window. “There’s too much to do.” She stepped closer, lowering her voice s