(Chloe’s POV)
Mornings in Blackthorn Ridge had a distinct mood—bleak and gray, with a side of get out while you still can. The mist hadn’t lifted when I woke up, and the oppressive quiet that had settled over the town yesterday still hung in the air, like a bad hangover that just wouldn’t quit.
I rolled out of bed, rubbing my eyes as I stared at the dusty beams of light sneaking through the edges of the heavy curtains. A half-decent night’s sleep hadn’t done much to calm the buzzing in my mind. Between Lucian’s ominous warnings and the strange sense of being watched, I felt like I was slowly unraveling a mystery where the prize was... my own doom.
Fun times.
I glanced at my phone—no signal, as expected—and then at the clock on the nightstand. It was still early, and the town probably wasn’t exactly brimming with activity yet, but I had work to do. And I wasn’t going to find answers by hiding in this room, no matter how tempting that might be.
I grabbed my notebook, jotting down a quick to-do list:
Talk to more locals. Get them to stop being so cryptic and actually tell me what’s going on.
Research town history. Maybe the library will have something more than just suspicious looks.
Avoid Lucian. (Ha. Yeah, right. Like that’s possible.)
With my plan of action scribbled out, I pulled on my boots, grabbed my jacket, and headed downstairs. The inn was as quiet as it had been the night before, and I half-expected the receptionist to materialize from the shadows again, but the lobby was empty. No ominous warnings about the wind this time.
Stepping outside, I was greeted by the same oppressive fog that seemed determined to settle into my bones. The town was still blanketed in a thick layer of mist, giving the cobblestone streets a dreamlike—or nightmarish—quality. If there was one thing I could say about Blackthorn Ridge, it definitely had atmosphere.
The streets were empty as I walked toward the town center. A few shops were just starting to open, their lights flickering on behind foggy windows. I could see the outline of the diner in the distance, its neon sign barely cutting through the mist. The place still felt like it was holding its breath, like it was waiting for something—or someone.
You, a voice in my head whispered, but I quickly brushed it off. Paranoia didn’t look good on me.
I decided to head toward the library first. If there was any place that might have records or documents about the town’s history, it would be there. Plus, I needed a quiet place to think—and libraries were good for that. Or at least, they were supposed to be.
As I walked through the mist, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone—or something—was watching me again. The sensation crept along the back of my neck, making the hair stand on end. I tried to ignore it, but it was hard to shake. Every time I passed an alley or glanced down a side street, I half-expected to see a pair of glowing eyes staring back at me from the shadows.
But there was nothing. Just empty streets and swirling fog.
“Get a grip, Chloe,” I muttered to myself, quickening my pace.
By the time I reached the library, the feeling had subsided, though it left a lingering sense of unease that clung to me like the mist. The building itself was old—like everything in this town—its stone walls weathered and worn, with ivy creeping up the sides. The sign above the door was faded, but the word Library was still legible, at least.
Inside, the air was musty, the smell of old books filling the small space. There were a few shelves of books lining the walls, along with a large, wooden counter at the front. A woman sat behind the counter, her reading glasses perched precariously on the edge of her nose as she flipped through a magazine. She looked up briefly when I entered, her gaze sharp and assessing before she went back to whatever article she was pretending to read.
I approached the counter, clearing my throat. “Morning.”
The woman didn’t respond, just gave a slight nod as she continued flipping the page of her magazine. A people person, clearly.
“I was wondering if you had any town records. Old newspapers, maybe some historical documents?” I asked, hoping to get at least a little help.
She finally looked up, her eyes narrowing. “What for?”
“Well, I’m doing a story on Blackthorn Ridge,” I explained, keeping my voice casual. “The history, local legends, that sort of thing.”
She stared at me for a moment, her expression unreadable, and then sighed, standing up slowly. “Everything’s in the back. Don’t make a mess.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I said, offering a polite smile that went completely unacknowledged.
The back of the library was even quieter than the front, if that was possible. The shelves here were taller, packed with books and records that looked like they hadn’t been touched in decades. Dust clung to everything, and the dim lighting made it feel more like a tomb than a library.
I found a small table in the corner and set my bag down, then started browsing through the shelves. It didn’t take long to realize that most of the books were about standard small-town fare—local history, genealogy, that sort of thing. But buried between the boring volumes on family trees and tax records, I found something a little more interesting.
Legends of Blackthorn Ridge.
The book was old, its spine cracked and its pages yellowed with age. The title alone made my pulse quicken with anticipation. I pulled it from the shelf and sat down at the table, flipping it open.
The first few pages were filled with the usual stuff—founding dates, town milestones, and the kind of folklore that every small town seemed to have. But as I read further, the stories grew darker. Mentions of strange disappearances, shadowy figures in the woods, and whispers of creatures that hunted under the full moon.
Wolves.
My breath caught in my throat as I skimmed over the passages. It wasn’t just talk of wild animals. There were stories—centuries old—of people who could shift into wolves. People who lived among the townsfolk by day but became something else under the cover of darkness.
Werewolves.
The word wasn’t used outright, but the implication was there, woven between the lines of legend and superstition. The old tales spoke of packs that roamed the woods at night, hunting by moonlight, their eyes glowing like fire in the dark. And it wasn’t just Blackthorn Ridge. These stories stretched across the region, with hints that nearby towns had once fallen prey to the creatures that called the forest home.
My heart pounded as I read further. There were mentions of rituals—binding ceremonies between wolves and humans, blood pacts that tied them to the land and to each other. There were even whispers of curses, old magic that had been forgotten over time.
I couldn’t help but think of Lucian’s warning the night before. You’re asking questions you shouldn’t be asking. He had to know about this. Hell, he probably did know. The way he’d talked about wolves—about danger—it was like he was speaking from experience. And if there was any truth to these stories, if there really were people who could shift into wolves...
I leaned back in my chair, staring at the old pages in front of me. Was it possible? Was I seriously considering that I’d stumbled into some kind of supernatural soap opera? Rational Chloe said no, but every instinct I had told me there was something real here, something ancient and hidden just beneath the surface of this town.
And Lucian—he was right at the center of it.
The door to the library creaked open behind me, and I jumped, snapping the book shut as I turned. I wasn’t sure why I felt like I’d been caught doing something I shouldn’t, but my pulse quickened all the same.
It wasn’t the librarian this time.
Lucian stood in the doorway, his tall figure silhouetted against the dim light of the library. His eyes—those impossibly green, piercing eyes—locked onto mine the second I looked up. He didn’t say anything, didn’t need to. The intensity of his gaze was enough to make the room feel ten degrees hotter.
“You really don’t take warnings well, do you?” he said, his voice low and smooth, carrying across the quiet room like a shadow.
I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way my stomach flipped at the sound of his voice. “I take them. I just... ignore them.”
A small, humorless smile tugged at his lips as he stepped further into the library. “You shouldn’t.”
I watched him carefully, my heart still pounding in my chest. His presence was overwhelming, like the room itself couldn’t contain him. “What are you doing here?”
“I told you. I’m watching you.”
“Well, you’re going to have to work on your approach,” I said, doing my best to inject some sarcasm into my voice. “Because you’re coming across more stalker than guardian angel right now.”
His smile widened just a fraction, but there was something dangerous in his eyes. Something... feral. “Maybe I’m a little bit of both.”
I laughed softly, though it was more out of nerves than humor. “So, which is it, Lucian? Are you here to scare me off again, or are you finally going to tell me what the hell is really going on in this town?”
He was closer now, standing just a few feet away, his gaze never leaving mine. “You don’t want to know.”
“You don’t get to make that call.”
He stared at me for a long moment, the air between us so thick with tension that I could barely breathe. “You’ve been digging,” he said, his eyes flicking to the book on the table. “You’re starting to see the truth. But it’s not a story, Chloe. It’s not something you can write about and walk away from.”
I swallowed hard, the weight of his words settling over me like a heavy blanket. “Then tell me. Tell me what it is.”
For a moment, I thought he might. His expression softened, just a little, and the darkness in his eyes seemed to shift. But then he took a step back, his jaw tightening as he shook his head. “I can’t.”
I stood up, my frustration boiling over. “Why not? You’re obviously trying to protect me from something, but you’re not telling me what it is. How am I supposed to stay safe if I don’t even know what I’m dealing with?”
He was silent for a long moment, his eyes searching mine. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer, almost regretful. “Because once you know, there’s no going back.”
And with that, he turned and walked out of the library, leaving me standing there, breathless and confused.
(Lucian’s POV)I shouldn’t have gone to the library.Hell, I shouldn’t have gotten anywhere near her after last night. Every instinct I had told me to stay away, to let her dig around for her stories and eventually leave when the walls of Blackthorn Ridge closed in around her. Outsiders never stayed long. They always ran when the town started to show its teeth.But Chloe Reynolds wasn’t like most people who stumbled into this place.There was something about her, something wild. Even as I walked away from the library, her scent—sweet and sharp, like jasmine on a crisp fall night—still clung to my senses, making it impossible to focus. My body was buzzing, every nerve on edge. Being near her wasn’t safe. Not for her. Not for me.But I couldn’t stop.The full moon was coming. I could feel it building inside me, a relentless pull in my blood, in my bones. And with every passing day, Chloe was getting closer to the truth. She was right there, on the edge of discovering everything—things I
(Chloe’s POV)“Well, that’s comforting,” I muttered under my breath, crossing my arms over my chest as I stared at Lucian’s brooding face in the dim light of the forest. “You’re not exactly helping my confidence level here, you know.”Lucian narrowed his eyes, clearly not appreciating my sarcasm. “I’m trying to keep you alive, Chloe. You might want to start taking me seriously.”“Trust me, I’ve been trying,” I shot back, lifting an eyebrow. “But every time you say something cryptic and stalk off into the shadows like Batman, it kind of makes me wonder if I’m supposed to be worried or just impressed.”He took a step closer, and I immediately felt that tension crackle between us again—like the air was charged with static, the kind that prickles along your skin. “This isn’t a joke.”“Who said I was joking?” I asked, keeping my voice steady, even though my pulse was racing. “I came here to find answers, and so far, all I’ve gotten are half-truths, spooky warnings, and the vague promise th
(Chloe’s POV)“So... this is a lot to unpack.”That was the understatement of the century. I stared at Lucian—who, just moments ago, had been towering over me in full wolf-man form—and tried to wrap my head around everything I’d just seen. My heart was still pounding in my chest, and my brain was working overtime to process the fact that werewolves were, apparently, very real. And that I’d been flirting with one.Lucian, to his credit, didn’t seem all that fazed by my awkward attempt to lighten the mood. He stood there, watching me with those intense green eyes, his expression unreadable, like he was trying to figure out what the hell I was going to do next.“So,” I said, crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow. “Werewolves. I gotta say, that’s a hell of a plot twist.”His lips twitched—just barely—like he was resisting the urge to smile. “It’s not a plot twist. It’s the truth.”“Yeah, I got that part,” I replied, pacing a little in front of him, my mind still spinning. “But I mean...
(Lucian’s POV)Chloe Reynolds was going to be the death of me.And not in the noble, self-sacrificing, protect-her-at-all-costs kind of way. No, it was more like I was slowly losing my sanity because every time I closed my eyes, I saw her naked. So, yeah. Definitely not noble.Resisting Chloe was becoming a full-time job—and I was failing miserably at it.She was everywhere. In my head, under my skin, turning my carefully constructed world upside down. I couldn’t escape her, not even in the dead of night when the rest of the world was quiet. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face—those sharp, intelligent eyes full of questions she had no right asking, that maddening smirk she wore like she knew exactly what she was doing to me. She was a walking temptation, daring me to let her in on all the secrets I’d spent a lifetime keeping hidden.And worse, I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to give in to her. To stop holding back, to let the tension that had been crackl
(Chloe’s POV)I wasn’t scared.I knew I should be—hell, anyone with half a brain would be—but the more I thought about it, the more I realized I wasn’t scared of werewolves. Not even a little bit. If anything, I was... intrigued. And not just by the idea of werewolves. Oh no, it was much worse than that. I was intrigued by Lucian—the particular werewolf who couldn’t seem to stay out of my head.As I sat at the small desk in my room at the Blackthorn Inn, my laptop glowing in front of me, I scrolled through page after page of online searches, reading every wild conspiracy theory and folklore article I could find about werewolves. Most of it was the usual nonsense—full moons, silver bullets, ancient curses, blah blah blah. But mixed in with the ridiculous stuff, there were whispers of something else. Something... deeper.I leaned back in my chair, chewing on the end of my pen as I stared at the screen. The stories were all so different. Some said werewolves were cursed humans, others sa
(Lucian’s POV)I had no idea why I was standing outside her door.Maybe I was losing my goddamn mind. It wasn’t like I didn’t have other things to worry about. The pack was restless, the full moon was closing in, and my self-control had been hanging by a thread for days. But here I was—at the Blackthorn Inn, standing in the hallway outside Chloe’s room like some creep, listening to the soft sound of her breathing through the thin door.I’d tell myself I was here to protect her, to make sure she was safe. That I was keeping watch because she was an outsider in my world, and it was my duty to keep her out of harm’s way.But that was bullshit.The truth was much darker, much simpler. I was here because I couldn’t stay away. Because ever since I’d left her in the woods—since I’d shown her what I really was—I hadn’t been able to get her out of my head. No matter how hard I tried, she was always there, lingering in my thoughts, in my blood, making me burn with a need I had no right to feel.
(Chloe’s POV)He was gone.One second, Lucian had me pinned against the wall, his hands gripping me like I was the only thing keeping him tethered to reality, and the next, he was out the door, leaving me breathless and trembling in the middle of the room.I stood there for a moment, still feeling the heat of his body, the ghost of his lips on mine. My head was spinning, my heart racing, and all I could think was What the hell just happened?The room felt too empty without him, too cold after the furnace of his touch. I pressed my hand against the wall to steady myself, my body still buzzing with the memory of his kiss, of the way he’d growled my name like it was the only word that mattered. I wanted him back. I wanted him here, right now, finishing what we’d started.But something had changed in an instant. Something outside—some threat I couldn’t see but Lucian had sensed. He’d gone into full-on protector mode, leaving me here, hanging on the edge of what we could have been, what I
(Chloe’s POV)I paced back and forth in my room, my mind racing in a thousand different directions. The adrenaline still hadn’t worn off, and neither had the heat from Lucian’s kiss, the ghost of it lingering on my lips like a spark waiting to ignite. I pressed my fingers to my mouth, trying to calm the flutter in my chest, but every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was him. His hands on my waist, his body pressed against mine, the way he looked at me like he was about to lose control.But there had been something else, too. A shadow behind his eyes. A warning.Something was out there. Something dangerous. And Lucian had practically ordered me to stay put, to stay safe, like he was expecting whatever it was to burst through the walls at any second. It should have scared me. Hell, any normal person would have been terrified.But I wasn’t normal.I was... curious. Too damn curious for my own good.I stopped pacing, running a hand through my hair as I stared at the door. Every inst
(Chloe’s POV)The cabin was too quiet. The sounds of the fight still echoed in my ears—Alaric’s snarls, the crash of bodies slamming into the walls, the vicious growl of Lucian’s wolf as he tore into his enemy. But now, all that was left was the crackle of the fire and the sound of my own ragged breathing.I stood frozen, my eyes locked on Alaric’s limp body sprawled on the cabin floor. His chest was still rising and falling, but each breath was shallow, labored. Blood trickled from the deep gashes Lucian had left across his chest, pooling beneath him in dark, crimson streaks. My hands trembled at the sight, a mixture of fear and adrenaline still coursing through me.Lucian stood over Alaric, his chest heaving with the effort of the fight, his body still coiled with tension. Even in his human form, he looked wild, dangerous—his skin slick with sweat, his fists still clenched at his sides. He hadn’t moved since Alaric had passed out, like he was waiting for him to spring back to life a
(Chloe’s POV)The cabin was quiet, the only sound the faint crackle of the fire Lucian had lit. The dim light from the flames danced across the walls, casting long, flickering shadows that made the small space feel even smaller. My mind was spinning, racing with everything that had happened over the last few hours—the confrontation with Alaric, Lucian’s promise to protect me, and now, this eerie calm before the storm.The air was thick with tension, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were being watched. I kept glancing toward the windows, even though they were boarded up, half-expecting to see a pair of glowing eyes staring back at me from the darkness. But there was nothing. Just the quiet, suffocating silence.Lucian had been pacing for the last twenty minutes, his movements restless and agitated. I could see the tension in his body, the way his muscles coiled tight beneath his skin, ready to spring into action at any second. His wolf was close to the surface. I could feel it
(Lucian’s POV)I’d known from the start that bringing Chloe into my world would put her in danger, but hearing Alaric say the words out loud had made it real. Caius didn’t just see her as leverage anymore—he saw her as a threat. She was marked, bound to me in a way that made her more than just an outsider. She was part of this now. And Caius would never stop until he got what he wanted.He won’t touch her, I promised myself, my jaw tightening as I stared into the fog where Alaric had disappeared. I’ll kill him first.But it wasn’t just Caius. It was the pack. It was all of them. Alaric had been the messenger, but Caius’s influence was everywhere, spreading through the town like poison. The wolves here weren’t just loyal to Caius—they feared him. And that fear would drive them to do whatever it took to please him.I turned back to Chloe, who was standing by the doorway, her arms wrapped around herself as she stared out into the night. I could feel the tension in her, the weight of ever
(Chloe’s POV)The world felt different now.I lay in the quiet stillness, my breath still coming in slow, steady waves as I tried to process everything that had just happened. My body was still humming, every nerve alive, every inch of my skin sensitive to Lucian’s touch. I could feel the weight of him beside me, the warmth of his body pressed against mine, and yet, something deeper had shifted.The bond.It wasn’t just a physical connection anymore. It was something much more intense—something I couldn’t quite explain, but could feel with every heartbeat. The mark on my neck still tingled, a constant reminder of what had just happened, of the moment Lucian had claimed me as his own. His bite was a symbol of the bond we now shared—one that was permanent, unbreakable.I turned my head slightly, glancing at Lucian. His arm was draped over my waist, his breathing slow and even, but I knew he wasn’t asleep. There was a tension in him, a kind of quiet conflict that I could sense even now.
(Chloe’s POV)I was pretty sure no one had ever told me I’d be claimed by a werewolf. But, to be fair, I hadn’t exactly planned on falling for one either.Lucian’s hands were still gripping my hips, his breath warm against my skin, and I couldn’t help but smile at the wild look in his eyes. There was something unfiltered about him now, something that said he wasn’t playing by the usual rules. His wolf was close, and I could feel it—not just in the way his touch sent fire through my veins, but in the way he was looking at me. Like he’d finally stopped holding back.“Well,” I said, my voice soft but teasing, “when you said you had a complicated past, I didn’t realize you meant this level of complicated.”Lucian let out a low chuckle, his grip tightening just slightly. “You have no idea.”“Oh, I think I’m starting to get the idea,” I replied, raising an eyebrow. “Marked by a werewolf, bound to you for life. This is definitely a step up from dating a guy who never called back.”Lucian’s l
(Lucian’s POV)I’d marked her. Without even meaning to, without a bite, without even taking her to bed—I had claimed Chloe, and now there was no turning back.Standing there in the mist, with Chloe in my arms, I could feel the bond pulsing between us, alive and undeniable. It wasn’t just the heat of the moment or the intensity of the danger that had forged it. It was deeper than that. Primal. The wolf in me had recognized her as mine long before I was willing to admit it, and now the truth hung in the air between us like a dark promise.She was mine.And I couldn’t stop the guilt gnawing at me. I had brought her into this world—this dangerous, brutal world—where the pack would see her as nothing more than a weakness. A point of leverage. Something to exploit if they ever wanted to come after me.But the wolf didn’t care. He saw her, felt her, and the bond between us was more powerful than any warning or threat from the pack. It was part of me now. Part of us.“I’m yours,” she had whis
(Chloe’s POV)We stood there in the middle of the street, the mist swirling around us like it had a mind of its own, but all I could focus on was Lucian—his arms around me, his breath soft and steady against my hair. The warmth of his body was the only thing keeping the chill of the night at bay, and for a moment, I let myself sink into the feeling. The danger had passed, at least for now, but the tension between us was still thick, like an invisible thread tying us together, pulling us closer.I didn’t know what had just happened with Caius, didn’t fully understand why he’d called me Lucian’s “pet” or how I could possibly be “claimed” by a man I hadn’t slept with. But I knew one thing for sure—I wasn’t going to let Lucian push me away again. Not after everything we’d been through. Not after the way he’d protected me, the way he’d held me like I was something precious.But there were still questions. Too many questions.I pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him, and saw th
(Chloe’s POV)The air felt like it had been sucked out of the world. For a second, I couldn’t move. My body went rigid, the icy knot of fear tightening in my chest as the words echoed in the mist.The lone wolf and his little pet.The three figures stood in the street like shadows come to life, their glowing eyes locked on Lucian with predatory intent. They moved in sync, their bodies fluid, graceful, and there was something in the way they carried themselves—something dark and dangerous—that sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach: these weren’t just men.They were like him. Wolves.Lucian stood in front of me, his back to me, but I could feel the tension radiating off him in waves. His body was coiled tight, his fists clenched, his breathing slow and steady, but I knew better. He was holding himself back, barely restraining the wolf inside.I swallowed hard, my pulse racing as I took a step closer to him, wanting to feel some kind of connection, some ki
(Chloe’s POV)I paced back and forth in my room, my mind racing in a thousand different directions. The adrenaline still hadn’t worn off, and neither had the heat from Lucian’s kiss, the ghost of it lingering on my lips like a spark waiting to ignite. I pressed my fingers to my mouth, trying to calm the flutter in my chest, but every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was him. His hands on my waist, his body pressed against mine, the way he looked at me like he was about to lose control.But there had been something else, too. A shadow behind his eyes. A warning.Something was out there. Something dangerous. And Lucian had practically ordered me to stay put, to stay safe, like he was expecting whatever it was to burst through the walls at any second. It should have scared me. Hell, any normal person would have been terrified.But I wasn’t normal.I was... curious. Too damn curious for my own good.I stopped pacing, running a hand through my hair as I stared at the door. Every inst