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Welcome to Rockshore Bay, a picturesque coastal city cradled by jagged cliffs and the restless expanse of the ocean. Its cobblestone streets wind between quaint storefronts and pastel cottages, the salty tang of the sea mingling with the scent of wildflowers carried on the breeze. Every morning, the soft hum of the waves is joined by the warm aroma of freshly baked bread from the corner bakery, and the townsfolk greet one another with easy smiles. To an outsider, Rockshore Bay seems like a haven—a place untouched by the chaos of the outside world. But beneath this serene facade, the city guards its secrets.Here, the ordinary and the extraordinary coexist in a delicate balance. Flickering streetlights reveal fleeting shadows that don’t belong, and the whispers of the waves carry more than the call of the ocean. This is a place where ancient powers stir, where the supernatural thrives in the cracks between the mundane. Rockshore Bay is not what it seems. Beneath its quiet charm lies a b

Across the city, Sarai Carter’s morning began with the shrill ring of her phone. The sound pierced the quiet stillness of her room, jarring her awake from a restless sleep. She blinked up at the ceiling, the pale light filtering through her curtains casting faint geometric patterns on the walls. For a moment, she lay still, her body heavy with exhaustion, her mind clouded by fatigue and the weight of everything she had endured.The phone rang again, sharper this time, breaking through her haze. With a heavy sigh, she reached for it, her hand fumbling on the cluttered nightstand. Her fingers brushed past an empty glass, a crumpled receipt, and finally closed around the device. “Hello?” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.Even before she heard the slurred words on the other end, her chest tightened with dread. She knew who it was. Bruce. His voice, dripping with contempt and the familiar edge of inebriation, sent a wave of cold nausea through her. Her grip on the phone faltered slig

At the Ocean Crest Pack’s private beach, Hugo stood knee-deep in the waves, a bottle of whiskey dangling from his fingers. The sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, the vibrant colors reflecting on the gently rippling water. Today marked three years since his father’s death—his human father, that is. It was the night he walked out of his human life because his family had disowned him. The night he wandered lost in the woods and met Damien. That night had changed everything, binding him to a destiny he still struggled to accept.The waves lapped against his legs, cold and unrelenting, as if trying to ground him in the present. He looked up at the sky, his sea-green eyes searching for a sign among the drifting clouds. A breeze rustled his hair, carrying with it the faint scent of salt and seaweed. “Are you watching, Dad?” he muttered, his voice barely audible over the crashing waves. “Am I doing this right?”A bright beam of sunlight broke through the clouds, warm

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale, silvery glow over the dense forest that bordered Rockshore Bay. Malrik prowled the outskirts, his movements deliberate and calculated, his every step a silent declaration of menace. The cool night air carried the mingled scents of salt from the distant ocean and the earthy musk of the woods, but Malrik’s sharp senses were attuned to something far more specific—the faint, lingering traces of Hugo’s scent.His claws flexed instinctively as he crouched near a twisted tree, its gnarled roots jutting out like skeletal fingers. The fury that burned within him was a constant companion, a reminder of the humiliations and betrayals that had led him to this moment. Exiled, shunned, stripped of his rightful place—the Alpha’s title was his by strength, if not by legacy. Yet it had been denied, stolen by a pup who had stumbled into power by mere chance.“Hugo Griffin,” Malrik growled under his breath, his amber eyes narrowing into slits. The name tasted

Sarai trudged along the narrow forest path, a wicker basket swinging at her side. The fresh herbs she had gathered for her bakery added an earthy scent to the crisp evening air. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of amber and violet. She should have left the woods earlier, but she had been too absorbed in her work to notice how quickly the day had slipped away.The forest seemed alive in the twilight, shadows deepening and branches whispering in a language she couldn't understand. Despite the beauty, unease prickled her skin. She adjusted the basket on her arm and picked up her pace, the crunch of dried leaves beneath her feet the only sound accompanying her.And then it stopped. The forest went silent.A low growl rumbled through the stillness. Sarai froze, her heart hammering. Her gaze darted through the trees until she spotted a massive wolf emerging from the shadows. Its fur gleamed silver in the dim light, and its piercing green eyes locked onto hers with a