In a city full of crime and secrets, Detective Evelyn Cross is given a dangerous case—brutal murders that only happen on full moon nights. As she investigates, she makes a shocking discovery: werewolves are real, and someone is using them to kill. Her search leads her to Damian Voss, a rich and powerful businessman who secretly runs the city’s criminal underworld. The werewolves work for him, but when a new and even deadlier threat appears, Damian gives Evelyn a choice—work with him, or watch the city fall apart. Now, Evelyn must decide if she can trust the man she was trying to take down. As they race against time, the line between right and wrong begins to blur. And with the next full moon coming, she realizes something even more dangerous—Damian isn’t just controlling the werewolves. He might be one himself.
View MoreThe car cut through the fog like a blade. Damian didn’t speak, which made Evelyn’s skin itch even more. Silence meant calculation. And Damian Voss was always calculating.“Where are we going?” she snapped, tired of the game.“To a place your mother once begged me never to show you.”That stopped her cold. “Don’t talk about her.”“I’m not the one who brought her back from the dead.”He said it so casually as if the resurrection was part of his daily errands.The car slid to a stop in front of a warehouse cloaked in shadows. Not abandoned—guarded. She saw them in the corners: men who didn’t blink didn’t breathe normally. Wolves in human skin.Damian stepped out. Evelyn followed, hand brushing her holster.Inside, the air shifted. It was colder. Older. The walls were marked with sigils she didn’t recognize, but they burned in her bones like memories she’d never made.They stopped in front of a massive iron door.“She brought you here once,” Damian said. “You just don’t remember.”“I was
Evelyn’s fingers twitched near her weapon.“Is this a joke?” she growled, stepping forward. “Because if it is, you picked the wrong day.”Damian Voss stood just inside the precinct doors, as calm as ever, his tailored coat flaring slightly with the breeze from outside. But it was the woman beside him that made Evelyn’s pulse stumble—a woman with eyes too familiar, a voice too haunting, and a face she hadn’t seen in over a decade.Her mother.Or someone wearing her mother’s face.“I should shoot you where you stand,” Evelyn said, eyes locked on Damian. “You have five seconds to start talking before I forget this is a police station.”Damian raised his hands in mock surrender, smirking. “Now, now, detective. Is that any way to greet an old… ally?”“We were never allies.”“No,” he said coolly, “but the world has changed since Ashgrove. And you’re running out of options.”Evelyn looked past him to the woman—no older than she remembered, but pale, haunted. “You're supposed to be dead.”“I
The cold hit harder here. Not the kind that numbed you—this was the kind that cut, slid beneath the skin, and settled in the bones. Snow stretched endlessly in every direction, broken only by jagged ice ridges and the skeletal remains of old research stations long abandoned to the frost.The Arctic wind howled around them as they stepped out of the hovercraft, their boots crunching onto the frozen earth. Evelyn pulled her hood tighter, eyes narrowing against the blinding white. Ahead, a dark speck loomed—a structure partially embedded into a glacier, half-buried and hidden by decades of ice.Hollowmere’s twin, or maybe its predecessor.“Is that it?” Mason asked, his voice low and tense.Anika checked the tracker. “Coordinates match. That’s where Ward went dark.”Emily didn’t speak, but she moved with purpose, her steps steady despite the terrain. Evelyn stayed close beside her, watching for any signs of tremors or discomfort. They still didn’t know the full effects of the neural impri
A faint sound echoed through the corridor—soft, rhythmic, like breathing. But it wasn’t coming from the pods.Evelyn raised a hand, signaling the others to halt. She tilted her head, listening. The sound came again, this time closer. Not quite footsteps, but not mechanical either. A whisper of something alive.Anika’s grip tightened on her blade. “We’re not alone.”“I know,” Emily whispered, her voice distant. “It’s awake.”They pressed on, past the pod room and into a wider chamber, its ceiling higher and coated with a strange black substance that shimmered in their flashlight beams. The walls were carved with more symbols, deeper this time—as if someone had scratched them in with claws. In the center stood a tall terminal, wrapped in cables that pulsed faintly with a bluish light.Emily walked straight to it.“Wait,” Mason said, stepping forward. “You sure that’s a good idea?”“She called it the Gatekeeper,” Emily replied, placing a hand gently on the terminal. “It doesn’t just stor
The road ended long before they reached it.By the time they climbed the final ridge, the landscape had shifted from forest to frozen silence. Hollowmere was nestled in a valley of snow-dusted rock and frostbitten trees, its entrance so well-hidden that, at first, it felt like they'd been chasing a ghost.Then Evelyn saw the edge of concrete—half-buried, cracked by age but unmistakably deliberate.“Found it,” she murmured.Emily moved beside her, her breath fogging the air. Her eyes locked on the structure like it was a half-remembered dream. “This is it. It’s quieter, but it’s still alive. I can feel it.”Anika crouched near the ground, brushing snow off a rusted panel embedded in the hillside. “There’s no surface access point. No doors. No gates.”“There wouldn’t be,” Mason said. “They built this one to disappear.”Evelyn pulled her scarf tighter around her neck as she stepped forward, scanning the valley’s edge. The cold here was different—metallic, biting like it carried memory in
They emerged from the forest at first light—bruised, breathless, and shaken. Ashgrove was still out there, buried beneath the earth like a sleeping beast. It hadn’t been destroyed. It hadn’t even been wounded. Just… disturbed. And now it knew who they were. Evelyn leaned against a tree, her lungs burning as she tried to calm her racing heart. Behind her, Emily sat on the cold ground, staring back toward the place they’d barely escaped. Anika crouched nearby, already scanning for threats, while Mason stood guard, his gun still gripped tight No one spoke for a moment. But the silence wasn’t comforting—it was waiting. Evelyn finally broke it. “Is everyone okay?” Anika nodded stiffly. “Physically? Sure. Mentally? Ask me tomorrow.” Mason lowered his weapon, his jaw clenched. “We need to move. If they’re tracking us, this clearing’s too exposed.” Evelyn looked at Emily, who hadn’t moved since they got out. Her gaze was distant, but not empty—focused on something none of them could se
They left before dawn.The sky was slate gray, clouds low and thick like something was pressing down on the world. Evelyn sat in the passenger seat of the blacked-out SUV, the map burned into her memory. Emily rode behind her, silent but alert. Mason drove. Anika was in the second vehicle behind them, following at a distance with their backup gear and a sat-link jammer.The forest swallowed them whole as they veered off the last known trail.No signs. No roads. No birdsong.Only the crunch of tires over frostbitten ground and the slow, creeping feeling that they were being watched.Ashgrove wasn’t a place—it was a perimeter.A ring of hidden surveillance, pressure sensors, and sound-dampening tech buried under years of moss and leaves. Caroline’s notes had mentioned something called Project Fenrir, and the closer they got, the more real it became.“Eyes up,” Mason muttered. “We’re about to cross the outer line.”Evelyn checked her watch.Exactly 5:23 a.m.Right on time.The SUV stoppe
Caroline lunged first.Faster than any of them expected.Mason barely got the metal pipe up in time—her claws scraped across it with a shriek of metal-on-metal. Anika fired twice, but the bullets only staggered Caroline for a split second. Then she was airborne again.Evelyn grabbed Emily, pulling her behind a collapsed table. “Stay down!” she shouted.Emily didn’t flinch. Her eyes were locked on her mother, but not with fear—with recognition.“This isn’t her full shift,” Emily said, her voice eerily calm. “She’s holding it back. She wants you alive.”Evelyn’s heart thundered. “Why?”“To make a point.”A loud crash—Caroline had slammed Mason against the wall. He groaned, slumping to the ground, but still breathing. Anika tried to flank, but Caroline caught her mid-move and hurled her across the room like a doll.Emily stood.Evelyn grabbed her wrist. “What are you doing?”Emily didn’t answer. She stepped out into the open, right in front of her mother.Caroline froze.Something in her
The Redbrook Medical Institute looked exactly like a place people were meant to forget.The parking lot was cracked and overgrown. The building itself sat hunched behind a rusting chain-link fence, and the sign out front faded to a ghost of its name. No lights. No sound. Just a building that had been shut down for a decade—officially, anyway.Evelyn stood next to Anika, hands in her coat pockets. The wind was biting. Her breath fogged."This place doesn’t exist on any of the current records,” Anika said, glancing down at the tablet in her hand. “No funding. No activity. But it used to be owned by a company tied to the Cartwrights’ old holdings.”“Of course it was,” Evelyn muttered.Mason pulled up in an unmarked sedan and stepped out, his eyes already on the building. “There’s no security, no cameras, no working power grid—at least not legally. I walked the perimeter. The place should be dead.”“But it’s not,” Evelyn said quietly.He didn’t argue.They didn’t break in—they didn’t need
The city never truly slept, but on full moon nights, it felt different—like something old and wild moved underneath, a dark presence hiding nearby. Detective Evelyn Cross had learned to trust her instincts, and right now, they were screaming at her, a loud mix of warning bells rang in her mind.She stood outside the police station, drinking a cup of coffee that had long been cold, the bitter taste a reminder of the urgency that gnawed at her insides. The streetlights buzzed overhead, casting long, distorted shadows on the pavement, as if the very ground was alive with secrets. Inside, the station was a lot of activity—phones ringing, officers moving back and forth, the air thick with tension—but none of it reached her. Not after what her boss had just told her.Another body. Another night. Another brutal crime scene.The killer struck only on full moons, leaving behind the victims so deformed that even the most seasoned officers had to turn away, their faces pale and drawn. Five bodie...
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