Novels by Juliet Blair

The room felt strangely cold, as if the walls themselves knew that Sienna’s hands were about to touch something far older than her. She stood at the small desk, her fingers hovering over the leather-bound journal that lay in front of her. The moment her hand made contact, a strange jolt shot through her arm, like the pulse of a heartbeat, one that wasn’t her own."Are you sure you want to open it?" Harvey’s voice broke the silence, his usual calm now tinged with something close to fear. He was standing by the doorway, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, watching her with a keen, wary gaze.Sienna didn’t look up from the journal. Her fingers brushed lightly against the ornate cover, tracing the gold engraving that seemed to shimmer with an ancient power. It was as if the very journal was alive, waiting for her to unearth the long-buried secrets it contained.“Mom… knew this would happen,” she muttered to herself, though Harvey could hear the underlying uncertainty in her voice.“Y

“Sienna, it’s not just a collar.”The words were quiet, barely a whisper, but they rattled her bones like a thunderclap. Harvey’s voice had been tight with unease when he said it. They were standing in the middle of the empty room now, the soft, golden light from the chandelier casting shadows on the walls, as if the very air around them was thick with the tension of what he was about to reveal.Sienna glanced down at the silver collar that rested snugly around her neck, feeling its cool weight against her skin. It had been a constant presence since she’d first come into contact with it, the first tangible piece of this cursed inheritance, this ancient legacy that she couldn’t outrun. The collar felt like a mark, as if it was branding her, reminding her of the truth: that she wasn’t just a part of this world, she was tied to something older, darker, and far more dangerous.“Then what is it?” she asked, trying to keep the tremor from her voice.Harvey didn’t answer right away. Instead,

Sienna sat in the dimly lit study, her fingers tracing the leather cover of the journal before her. The room was unnervingly quiet, save for the faint sound of a grandfather clock ticking in the corner. The air smelled of dust and aged paper. Harvey had told her to meet him here, and she didn’t hesitate, knowing his warning was too important to ignore. She was so close to unraveling the mystery of the curse, too close to letting it slip away.The journal, worn and faded with time, rested in front of her. It had belonged to her mother, a secret she hadn’t even known existed until now. She had never seen it before, and its presence filled her with dread and anticipation.A soft knock echoed through the silence, breaking her focus. Sienna’s heart skipped. She quickly placed the journal in front of her, trying to maintain composure as the door creaked open.Harvey stepped in, his silhouette framed by the dim light in the hallway. He was an older man, with graying hair and a face carved wi

The heavy oak doors creaked as Sienna pushed them open, entering the Council’s grand hall. The air inside was thick, saturated with the weight of centuries-old decisions. The stone walls loomed, decorated with tapestries depicting battles, bloodlines, and the long history of the Wolf Gods. Sienna’s footsteps echoed in the vastness of the room as she walked toward the high table where the Elders sat.Her mind raced. She had spent days fighting the growing unease within her, the tension that clung to every breath she took. The curse on Ryder had become more than just a lingering problem, it had become a warning. Something dark was circling her, pulling at the very fabric of her being. Ryder’s presence was like a storm in her chest, its winds violent and uncontrollable, and with each moment she spent near him, it felt like the storm was tearing her apart from the inside.But now, walking into the heart of the Council’s domain, the weight of their watchful eyes felt heavier than ever befo

Sienna’s heart pounded in her chest as she stood in the dimly lit corridor of the ancient stone building. She could feel the weight of the curse pressing down on her, its presence like an invisible storm cloud that never quite left. Her fingers grazed the cold, smooth walls as she walked toward the chambers, the echoes of her footsteps blending with the low murmur of distant voices.The Council was meeting tonight, but her mind was focused on something else entirely, Ryder. She had learned the hard way that power had a taste, a sickeningly sweet and coppery flavor that lingered on her tongue long after it had left her lips. The scent of it had clung to the air the last time she’d seen him, just before he’d broken free of his restraints and nearly torn her apart.Now, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Ryder was something she couldn’t quite define. Dark, brooding, and dangerously magnetic. And tonight, she would face him again. But this time, there was something different in the air

Sienna’s footsteps echoed in the dimly lit hallway, each sound growing louder in the stillness, mirroring the thunderous beat of her heart. The stone walls pressed in on her as though the very air sought to suffocate her. But the pressure didn’t matter. It wasn’t enough to stop her.She had made a decision, and there was no turning back.The stench of wolfsbane grew stronger as she neared the dungeon. She could almost taste the bitterness of it in the back of her throat, the scent clinging to the stone like an iron grip. She had always hated that smell, the smell of death, of imprisonment. But tonight, she would endure it for him.For Ryder.She paused in front of the heavy, iron-bound door at the end of the hall. The guards stationed outside the dungeon gave her a quick, dismissive glance but said nothing. They had no reason to question her, after all, she was still their ally. For now.Sienna drew a deep breath, her hand hovering over the cold metal of the door. The rusted surface s