(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 wasn’t ready for her to know. Things that would change her life forever.
No, I told myself. It would destroy her life.
I stopped walking, clenching my fists at my sides as I stared down the empty street. The town was quiet, as always, but there was an undercurrent to the stillness tonight—a tension in the air, heavy and electric. The pack was restless. I could feel them, moving through the woods, watching the town, waiting.
They knew she was here. They could sense her, just like I could. And if they thought for a second that she was a threat...
I shook the thought from my head, turning back toward the woods. The moon would rise soon, and I needed to make sure everything was in place before things got out of control. The pack was loyal, but they were unpredictable this close to the change. If I didn’t keep them in line, Chloe wouldn’t be the only one in danger.
As I reached the edge of the trees, I paused, glancing back at the town one last time. A part of me wanted to go back. To tell her everything. To let her in on the truth before it was too late. But the other part—the part of me that had been protecting these secrets for so long—knew better.
Chloe couldn’t be part of this world. No matter how much I wanted her to be.
(Chloe’s POV)
There’s something really infuriating about a man walking out on you in the middle of a cryptic, life-altering conversation. Especially when that man happens to be infuriatingly gorgeous, mysterious, and very much withholding the answers I needed.
I stood there in the dusty library for what felt like forever, staring at the door Lucian had just walked out of. The air was still thick with his presence, and I could still hear his voice, deep and full of warning: Once you know, there’s no going back.
No going back? Well, buddy, it’s too late for that. I was already in. Deep.
Frustrated, I threw my pen onto the table, letting it roll across the old wood as I leaned back in my chair. My mind was racing. Werewolves. Blood pacts. Secret packs hiding in the woods. And Lucian, standing right in the center of all of it like some dark, brooding sentinel.
I couldn’t shake the image of him from my mind—the way he’d looked at me in the library, his eyes filled with so much intensity it practically crackled in the air between us. But it wasn’t just the attraction that had my pulse racing. It was the sense of something more. Something... ancient.
And dangerous.
“Great, Chloe,” I muttered under my breath, standing up and pacing in front of the dusty shelves. “You came here for a story, and instead, you found a sexy werewolf soap opera. Good job.”
I glanced down at the old book I’d found—the one filled with legends and dark tales of Blackthorn Ridge. It was still lying open on the table, the pages worn and yellowed with age. My eyes skimmed over the words, searching for something I might have missed, but the stories were all the same: packs of wolves, rituals, blood magic.
All things that felt a little too close to what Lucian had warned me about.
And yet, it was just folklore. Superstition. Right? My brain was still trying to reconcile the idea that the man I’d just been talking to might actually be something other than human. It was ridiculous. It had to be. Werewolves weren’t real. They were the stuff of movies and bad Halloween decorations.
Except... the more I thought about it, the more the pieces started to fall into place. The strange animal attacks, the way the townspeople seemed so... off. And Lucian. The way he moved, the way his eyes almost glowed in the dim light, like there was something lurking just beneath the surface, waiting to come out.
Werewolves, my brain whispered.
But no. It couldn’t be real. Could it?
I slammed the book shut, shaking my head. “I need more coffee.”
The diner felt like the safest place to clear my head, mostly because it was the only place in town that didn’t feel like it was trying to eat me alive. The bell over the door jingled as I walked in, and I was immediately greeted by the smell of coffee and bacon—comforting, warm, and a far cry from the cold, eerie silence of the library.
The same waitress from last night glanced up from behind the counter, her expression as bored as ever. I half-expected her to warn me off like Lucian had, but instead, she just popped her gum and nodded toward the booth I’d sat in the night before.
I slid into the booth, setting my notebook on the table as I ordered another cup of coffee. The warm mug felt good in my hands, grounding me as I stared out the window at the mist-shrouded streets.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Lucian. Everything about him was a mystery. His warning, his intensity, the way he seemed to know everything about this town and yet refused to let me in on the truth. It was infuriating. And maybe... a little intoxicating.
Get a grip, Chloe. This is not the time to start fantasizing about dark, brooding werewolves.
I needed answers, not distractions. But Lucian wasn’t going to give them to me. Not willingly, at least. If I wanted to figure out what was really going on, I was going to have to do it myself.
The forest was calling to me.
That probably sounds crazy, but as I left the diner, walking aimlessly through the misty streets, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the answers I was looking for were hidden somewhere in those dark, twisted trees. Maybe it was the journalist in me, or maybe I’d just watched one too many horror movies, but either way, I found myself heading toward the edge of town, where the forest loomed like a shadow over Blackthorn Ridge.
The air was colder here, heavier, as if the forest itself was breathing, waiting for me to step inside. I paused at the tree line, staring into the dense wall of trees and undergrowth, and for a moment, I hesitated.
This was stupid. Wandering into the woods alone, with no plan, no idea what I was looking for—it was the exact kind of thing that got people killed in horror movies. And yet... I couldn’t turn back. Not now. Not when I was this close to the truth.
I took a deep breath and stepped into the woods.
The mist thickened as I moved deeper into the forest, wrapping around the trees like a ghostly shroud. The branches overhead formed a canopy, blocking out most of the light, and the ground beneath my boots was soft and uneven, covered in leaves and moss.
I wasn’t sure how far I’d walked, but the town had long since disappeared behind me. The trees pressed in closer, their shadows stretching out like fingers reaching for me. My breath came out in short, shallow bursts, the cold air stinging my lungs as I pushed forward.
And then I heard it.
A rustle. A snap of a branch. Something moving in the darkness.
I froze, my heart slamming against my ribcage as I scanned the trees around me. The sound had come from just ahead, somewhere in the thick underbrush. My mind raced, conjuring images of wolves, of glowing eyes and sharp teeth, of the creatures from the stories I’d read in the library.
But then, through the trees, I saw a figure.
At first, I thought it was an animal—a large one, moving silently through the underbrush. But as it came closer, I realized it wasn’t an animal at all.
It was Lucian.
He stepped out of the shadows, his tall frame blending with the darkness around him. His eyes—those piercing green eyes—locked onto mine, and I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his hands clenched at his sides as he stared at me.
“What the hell are you doing out here?” he demanded, his voice low and rough, like he was holding something back.
I took a shaky breath, my pulse still racing. “I could ask you the same thing.”
His gaze flicked to the trees around us, as if he was checking for something—or someone. “You shouldn’t be here, Chloe. I told you. This place isn’t safe.”
“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on.”
He took a step closer, his expression darkening. “You’re not ready for the truth.”
“Try me.”
For a moment, I thought he might actually tell me. His eyes softened, and I could see the conflict written all over his face. But then, just as quickly, the hardness returned, and he shook his head.
“I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
He clenched his jaw, his hands tightening into fists. “You don’t understand. This isn’t some game. It’s real. And if you keep digging, you’re going to get yourself killed.”
I stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest. “I’m not afraid of the truth.”
“You should be,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Because once you know, there’s no going back.”
We stood there in the silence of the forest, the mist swirling around us like a living thing. I could feel the weight of his words pressing down on me, the danger in his voice, the pull of something dark and wild just beneath the surface.
But instead of fear, all I felt was curiosity. And maybe... something more.
“I’m not leaving,” I said softly, holding his gaze. “Not until I know the truth.”
For a long moment, Lucian didn’t move. His eyes locked onto mine, his body tense, like he was fighting some internal battle. And then, finally, he sighed, running a hand through his dark hair.
“Goddammit, Chloe,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
(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 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)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