Gabriel Woods, the feared Alpha of the Redwood Pack, has spent his entire life enforcing a strict separation between werewolves and humans. To him, humans are a threat to their survival—a belief solidified when his parents were betrayed by humans years ago. But his world is thrown into chaos when Priscilla Hart, a fearless investigative journalist, stumbles into his territory while chasing rumours of a hidden, wolf-like society responsible for the mysterious disappearance of people.
View MorePRISCILLAThe stench hit me before my eyes fully opened—a suffocating, putrid scent that made my stomach churn. My lashes fluttered against my cheeks as I blinked awake, my senses sluggish yet screaming all at once.And then I saw it.A guttural, shuddering scream ripped from my throat before I could stop it. Looming above me was… something not human, not animal, but some twisted, monstrous in-between. Its skin looked like it was decaying and alive all at once, black veins snaking over it in chaotic patterns, pulsing like they had a heartbeat of their own.Its eyes… glowing, hollow pits of malice, were fixed on me.I scrambled back, pressing myself hard against the wall as if I could disappear into it. My breath hitched, every inhale catching in my throat as I stared, wide-eyed, at the creature before me. Its growl resonated through the air, low and menacing, vibrating deep into my bones.This couldn’t be real.The creature’s head tilted slightly, almost curiously, as if it were study
GABRIEL Her voice grated against my patience, rising in pitch as she argued, her words barely registering. “You can’t just kidnap someone! This is illegal! People will look for me, you know—” She didn’t get to finish. I struck fast, a controlled blow to the side of her head. Her words cut off mid-sentence, her eyes rolling back as she crumpled onto the seat. My wolf growled his disapproval in the back of my mind. That wasn’t necessary. “It was,” I muttered under my breath.I carried her out of the driver’s seat, her limp body awkward in my arms, and opened the backseat door. After settling her inside, I slammed the door shut and rounded the vehicle to the driver’s side. Sliding into the seat, I adjusted it to accommodate my larger frame, the leather creaking beneath my weight. The keys were still in the ignition. Stupid, careless human. I started the engine and pulled onto the dirt path leading out of the forest, the wheels crunching over fallen leaves and twigs. The sce
GABRIEL The forest grew eerily quiet after she disappeared, the sound of her frantic steps fading into the distance. My wolf stirred uneasily in the back of my mind, pacing, restless. “She shouldn’t have gotten away,” he growled, his voice rough with irritation. I ignored him, staring at the spot where the woman had vanished. The faint scent of vanilla candy lingered in the air, curling around me like a whisper I couldn’t shake. It was maddening, the way it lingered, refusing to let me forget her. “This is a mistake,” my wolf pressed. “She’s seen too much. She knows about us.” “And yet,” I muttered aloud, “she didn’t scream. Didn’t panic.” “She’ll tell someone.” “No, she won’t.” My voice was firm, though doubt crawled beneath my skin. “If she was going to, she wouldn’t have run like that. She’s not ready to risk exposing what she knows—not yet.” My wolf let out a low rumble but didn’t argue further. I turned, shifting back into my wolf form. The moment my paws hit the
GABRIEL The bright sun spilt across the forest, breaking the shadows and painting the world in vivid gold. But instead of its usual warmth, the light brought something else—something sharp and overwhelming. The scent slammed into me like a brick wall, so thick and acrid it made my head spin. My wolf growled in discomfort, shaking his head to clear it, but it didn’t help. The closer I moved toward the source, the more oppressive it became. As I blinked away the haze clouding my vision, I caught a glimpse of movement. A figure hunched behind a tree, half-hidden in its shadow. My wolf’s vision sharpened, cutting through the mist and the veil of the trees, and I could see the agonized expression on his face. It was a rogue all this time. He was shielding himself from the sunlight, his arms raised as if warding off an invisible blade. “What the fucking hell?” I muttered, my brows furrowing. “Is he… a vampire?” ‘And a wolf,’ my wolf growled in response, his tone low and bristlin
GABRIEL’S POV The forest was alive with the scent of blood and rain. My feet pounded against the wet earth as I sprinted, my breaths sharp and even. I could still feel the rogue’s presence lingering ahead of me—faint, erratic like it was teasing me into chasing it deeper. “Come on,” I growled under my breath, muscles flexing as I pushed faster. My body hummed with energy, the beast inside itching to take over and run on all fours. But I didn’t have the luxury of shifting now. Not so close to the main road. Not when eyes could be watching. I broke through the last stretch of trees, and that’s when I saw it—light. Headlights. The moment I burst into the clearing, the car came into view, speeding down the slick, empty road. Its blinding beams caught me dead in the centre, turning me into a silhouette on the pavement. “Shit,” I hissed, throwing up the detachable hood over my head to shield my face as the headlights glared brighter. The mist, thick and rolling from the earlier
PRISCILLA My breath caught in my throat as I stumbled back, my knees hitting the edge of the bed. My fingers clutched the blanket tightly, trembling as I stared at the door. The man from the road—his glowing eyes—why does he keep showing up? What did he want from me? A sharp, distant growl echoed through the room, so low it felt like it was vibrating through the walls. I tried to move, to breathe, but my body wouldn’t respond. My heart pounded hard against my ribcage as my gaze darted to the window. Shadows seemed to shift and twist there, as though something was— “No!” I gasped. I jolted upright, gasping as though I’d been plunged into ice-cold water. My chest heaved, the room spinning for a split second before the world settled back into reality. It was a dream. I let out a shaky breath, rubbing my face with both hands as I tried to steady myself. “A dream,” I whispered as if saying it aloud would convince me. My pulse still raced as I swung my legs over the side of the be
PRISCILLA My foot hovered over the gas pedal, indecision knotting in my chest like a vice. The man was gone, swallowed by the mist like he’d never been there at all. The road ahead stretched into darkness, the headlights cutting through only a few feet before being devoured by the night. What the hell just happened? My hands trembled against the steering wheel. I glanced at the rearview mirror, half-expecting to see him standing right behind the car, but it was empty—just the faint red glow of my tail lights against the fog. Every rational part of me screamed to keep driving. To get the hell out of this creepy, clearly haunted town and not look back. But that primal instinct—the one that had pulled me into journalism and kept me chasing stories I had no business chasing—itched beneath my skin. Who was he? What was he doing out here? And why did his eyes… glow? I shook my head, exhaling hard. “Okay, Priscilla. This is how horror movies start.” My voice sounded hollow i
PRISCILLA I woke up to the sound of tapping. Soft. Rhythmic. Like fingernails against glass. My eyes snapped open, and for a moment, I was disoriented, the strange motel room coming back into focus under the faint glow of the lamp I’d left on overnight. I sat up, my heartbeat thudding in my chest as I strained to listen. Tap. Tap. Tap. I turned my head toward the window. The blinds were still drawn, but something about the sound sent a chill crawling up my spine. Slowly, I swung my legs off the bed and stood. My boots were still on from last night, and my jacket draped haphazardly across the chair. I’d been too tired to change after trudging back from the gas station. I moved toward the window, every step careful, deliberate. For a fleeting moment, I imagined the guy from the gas station standing out there, grinning. Or maybe a raccoon? Please let it be a raccoon. I reached for the blinds and yanked them open. Nothing. The forest sat there, dark and motionless acros
PRISCILLA The motel room was quiet. Too quiet. I set my duffle bag on the creaky mattress and sighed, the springs groaning in protest beneath its weight. Everything about this place screamed "forgotten"—from the peeling wallpaper to the flickering fluorescent bulb dangling like a noose from the ceiling. It wasn’t exactly a five-star getaway, but it had been the closest thing to civilization after landing in Oregon’s nowhere-ville. Pulling the blinds apart just a fraction, I peered out. My window overlooked nothing but endless pine trees, their silhouettes dark against the dimming grey sky. The wind outside made them sway, their branches scratching one another like whispers in the gloom. I shivered despite myself and let the blinds snap shut. I didn’t know what I had expected—Oregon was forests and mountains, but there was something off about this particular town. The air felt heavier here, thick with the scent of pine needles and damp earth, but there was something else too—so
PRISCILLA'S POVI’ve always been afraid of flying.It’s an irrational fear, I know. Statistics say I’m more likely to die in a car crash than in a plane falling out of the sky, but tell that to my palms currently slick with sweat. The cabin’s thin air doesn’t help; every breath feels shallow, too light, like it’s not enough to keep me grounded. I grip the armrests a little tighter, ignoring the irritated glance from the man sitting beside me.“Sorry,” I mumbled.He doesn’t reply, which is fine. I’m not in the mood to chat anyway. I’m too busy trying to keep my anxiety under control—and not just about the plane.New York to Oregon. That’s a big leap for someone who’s spent her entire life surrounded by the steel and hum of the city. I’m leaving behind my overpriced studio apartment, the loud streets, the aroma of fresh bagels on every corner—all for an obscure forest town no one’s ever heard of.Shadow Pine. Sounds like the title of a cheap horror flick, right? But for the last few mo...
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