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
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
Evelyn barely had time to react.Evelyn couldn’t stay in her apartment. Not after the call. Not after the warning. The moment she stepped into the parking lot outside her apartment, a hand clamped over her mouth, dragging her backward. Instinct kicked in. She drove her elbow into the attacker’s ribs and twisted free, stumbling onto the pavement.A figure in black lunged at her. No hesitation. She fired.The gunshot echoed through the night, but the bullet never landed. The figure moved impossibly fast, sidestepping at the last second. A gloved fist smashed into her wrist, knocking the gun from her grip.Pain exploded through her arm, but she didn’t stop. She pivoted, slamming a knee into the attacker’s stomach. They grunted but didn’t fall.Whoever they were, they were strong. Too strong.Evelyn reached for her backup knife, but before she could draw it, the figure grabbed her by the collar and hurled her backward. She hit the ground hard, air rushing from her lungs.The attacker step
Evelyn barely drive back to the station. Her hands gripped the wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white. Damian Voss knew something—something about her father. He wanted her to know it, wanted to dangle the truth just out of reach.Her mind replayed his words, over and over."Do you know what his last words were?"That smug smile. That mocking tone.Voss was taunting her.But he had made a mistake.She wasn’t walking away.She parked outside the station, heart hammering. The confrontation at Voss Enterprises had left her rattled, but she still had unfinished business. Detective Decker. The cop selling them out.The moment she walked into the station, the noise felt different—forced, unnatural. Officers typed on their computers, chatted in groups, but there was an undercurrent of tension, a shift in the air.They knew.Evelyn’s gaze locked onto Decker, standing near the vending machine, sipping coffee like nothing was wrong.But he was wrong.She strode toward him, her presence like
Pain throbbed in Evelyn’s arm, a relentless reminder of the impossible truth. The nurse’s words echoed in her mind."They are, Detective. And if you don’t start believing that, you’re already dead."She wasn’t crazy. She wasn’t seeing things. The blood seeping through the hospital bandages proved that. The creature in the Red Hollow Club was real—impossibly fast, impossibly strong. A werewolf.And Damian Voss knew about it.The sterile hospital room felt suffocating. The fluorescent lights buzzed, and the scent of antiseptic burned her nose. She needed answers. She needed to move.Ignoring the nurse’s protests, Evelyn ripped off her IV and stumbled toward the exit. Her head swam, but she pushed through it. She couldn’t afford to rest.The moment she stepped outside, the night felt different—thick with something unseen, something watching.A shiver ran down her spine.She wasn’t alone.Her fingers hovered over her holster as she scanned the parking lot. Empty. Quiet. Too quiet.Then—mo
Evelyn’s heartbeat thundered in her ears as she clutched the evidence in her trembling hands. The photograph of Damian Voss standing over her father’s body burned into her mind.She had spent years chasing shadows, searching for answers that never came. But now, the truth was staring back at her.Voss had killed her father.Her fingers tightened around the old crime scene photo, but something made her pause.A strange feeling crept up her spine.Her eyes flickered back to the grainy surveillance still, scanning every detail. The dim lighting, the position of her father’s lifeless body… and then—Voss.Her breath caught.She grabbed another picture from the pile—one taken recently at a corporate gala.Her stomach dropped.Damian Voss.The same sharp features. The same piercing silver eyes. The same cold expression.Not a single change.Thirty years apart, and he looks the same.Her pulse pounded as she compared the photos side by side. There were no signs of aging—no wrinkles, no gray h
The night air felt heavier than usual as Evelyn stepped out of the station. The streetlights buzzed above, casting pools of dim orange light over the wet pavement. Ramirez was waiting by her car, his face drawn tight. “We need to talk,” he said, his voice low. Evelyn didn’t answer right away. Her mind was still replaying the moment Judge Carter dismissed the case, the moment her boss made it clear—Voss wasn’t just above the law. He owned it. She reached for her keys, but Ramirez caught her wrist. “Evelyn, listen to me. We’re in way too deep.” His voice was urgent now. “If they got to Carter, they can get to anyone. You know what this means, right?” “They already got to the chief,” she said bitterly, yanking her hand free. “That means we’re alone in this.” Ramirez exhaled, glancing around like he expected someone to be watching. Maybe they were. “I don’t know, Cross. Maybe it’s time to let this go.” Evelyn scoffed. “You want to walk away?” “I want to survive,” he shot back. “And
The precinct was colder than usual when Evelyn stepped inside. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as she walked toward her office, her boots echoing against the tiled floor. But the moment she pushed open the door, she froze.A group of detectives stood inside, their expressions unreadable.Captain Harrisp leaned against her desk, arms crossed. His eyes held something she couldn’t quite place—guilt, maybe.“Detective Cross,” he said, his tone clipped. “Hand over everything you have on Damian Voss.”Evelyn’s fingers curled into fists. “Excuse me?”“This is an order. All files, notes—anything related to your investigation into Voss. Effective immediately, you are being reassigned.”A cold weight settled in her stomach. “Reassigned?”Captain Harris didn’t flinch. He reached into his coat and pulled out a document, setting it on the desk.“Harper Town,” he said. “You leave tonight.”Evelyn barely heard the words. Her vision blurred as she read the transfer notice. Harper Town—a quiet c
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 whisper came again.Soft.Clawed.Evie.But this time, Evelyn didn’t flinch.She sat cross-legged on the safe house floor, eyes shut, Mason nearby but silent.Her breathing was slow. Steady.The charcoal words on the alley wall still burned in her memory—The Blood Remembers—but Evelyn wasn’t interested in memory anymore.She wanted clarity.Control.“Get out,” she said softly.Silence.Then—laughter. Echoing in her skull.“You can’t banish what you are.”But it wasn’t true.Evelyn gritted her teeth and reached inward—not with her mind, but with something deeper.Not a howl. Not a scream.A pulse.Her own.Her heartbeat rose—and with it, a presence. Hers. Not Isla’s. Hers.She pushed.The pressure inside her head surged—Isla snarled—And shattered.Evelyn collapsed backward, gasping. Cold sweat soaked her skin, but the silence in her head was pure.Mason rushed over. “What happened?”“She’s gone,” Evelyn said. “I forced her out.”Mason blinked. “You what?”“I wasn’t being haunted,
The door didn’t open. Not right away.The voice was gone, but the pressure wasn’t. It hung in the room like smoke—thick, cloying, invisible but real.Jamie was breathing fast, still gripping Evelyn’s wrist. Mason moved to the window and cracked it open a sliver, gun raised.“She’s not alone,” he said. “Footprints. More than one set.”Evelyn pulled free and crept to the peephole.Empty.Too empty.She opened the door fast.Nothing.No one is on the steps. No shadows on the street. Just the moon, too full, too close, casting everything in silver.But something had been here. She could feel it.A whisper curled up her spine. Not sound. Not quite. More like... recognition.She stepped outside.“Evelyn,” Mason warned, “don’t—”But she was already moving.Down the steps. Into the alley. The air felt thick, almost humid despite the cold. Like the city was holding its breath.There—at the end of the alley.A smear on the brick.Charcoal. Like in the cabin.But this time, it wasn’t a symbol. I
The morgue lights buzzed overhead, too bright, too white.Evelyn stood by Vaughn’s body, arms crossed tight against her chest. He lay there like a mannequin, the suit cut open, the autopsy already started. But something was off.“He bled less than expected,” the coroner said without looking at her. “Massive trauma, yes, but his system… it was already shutting down before the shot.”Evelyn blinked. “He was dying?”The coroner hesitated. “Not exactly. More like... empty. Drained. Like someone cut the power before you pulled the trigger.”She moved closer. Vaughn’s skin looked wrong up close—not pale, but taut, discolored. Almost like leather left out in the sun. No normal bruising. No swelling. Just cold meat.She noticed a mark on his neck. Small. Circular. Barely visible.“What's this?”The coroner shrugged. “Teeth, maybe. Not human. Could be a dog bite. You want toxicology rushed?”Evelyn nodded once. “Yeah. Rush everything.”Outside, the city was slick with rain.Mason waited in the
Evelyn didn’t sleep that night.She sat by the motel window, lights dimmed, watching headlights flash by like ghosts. The arrest was done. Cole was gone. But the victory tasted like ash.Mason was quiet behind her, typing on his laptop, the glow painting his face in cold light. Evelyn’s mind was a storm. Every thread she’d pulled had led to this point—but the knot was still tightening.“I can't stop thinking about what Harris said,” she murmured. “About Vaughn… about them.”Mason didn’t look up. “Government-sanctioned murder squads tend to keep people up at night.”She turned, eyes hard. “He’s not just cleaning the house. He’s planning something.”Mason’s fingers froze on the keyboard.“What is it?” she asked.“I just found the guest list for Vaughn’s fundraiser,” he said, spinning the laptop around.Evelyn scanned the screen. Senators. CEOs. Military brass. Judges. Half the city's power grid is in one room.“Jesus.”“It’s not a party,” Mason said. “It’s a show of force.”Evelyn’s voi
Evelyn didn’t go home. She didn’t even call Mason right away. She just drove—nowhere in particular, letting the city blur past her window until the weight in her chest threatened to crush her.She found herself in front of the same bar where she’d met Mason earlier. It was almost poetic in its grime. She walked in like a ghost, hollow and quiet.Mason was already there.He looked up from his drink and paused when he saw her—eyes flickering with concern, maybe relief, maybe both. But he didn’t say anything. He just motioned to the empty seat across from him.She sat.For a while, neither of them spoke. Mason ordered another round. Bourbon. Neat. She didn’t ask what it was. She drank it like water. The first glass hit her like fire. The second numbed everything.By the third, she was finally able to breathe again.“You look like hell,” Mason muttered.She let out a short, humorless laugh. “That seems to be the theme tonight.”“What happened with Cole?”Evelyn stared at the amber liquid