Grace Williams의 작품

Evelyn ate in silence, the warmth of the tea spreading through her, soothing her aching body. She was too hungry to care that Ronan was watching her with those unreadable amber eyes.The food—fresh bread, dried meat, and roasted potatoes—was simple but filling. It was a stark contrast to the lavish feasts of Silvercrest, where she had dined at long tables under chandeliers, surrounded by pack members who barely acknowledged her existence.Here, in this small wooden cabin, with a lone wolf she barely knew, she felt more at ease than she had in years.She hated that feeling.She hated the unfamiliar sense of safety.Because safety was an illusion.And she had learned the hard way that it could be ripped away in an instant.Ronan hadn’t moved from his spot by the fireplace, but he was still watching her. Observing. Studying.It made her uneasy.She set down the wooden cup and met his gaze. “Are you always this quiet?”His lips twitched slightly, as if amused by her bluntness. “Are you al

Morning came slowly, the golden light filtering through the wooden cabin’s small window. Evelyn stirred, her body aching from the previous night’s ordeal. For a brief moment, she forgot where she was—until she caught the scent of burning wood and something… else.Something male.Then, it all came rushing back.The rogues. The chase. Ronan.Her fingers instinctively brushed against the bandages wrapped around her ribs. The pain was still there, but it had dulled overnight. Someone—Ronan’s healer, most likely—had treated her wounds well.But why?She forced herself to sit up, her limbs heavy with exhaustion. The cabin was quiet, but the scent of freshly brewed tea drifted from the other room.Evelyn swung her legs over the side of the bed, hissing at the soreness in her muscles. Ignoring the discomfort, she stood and made her way to the cabin door, pushing it open.The sight before her made her pause.Ronan stood near the fireplace, pouring tea into two wooden cups. His back was to her,

Darkness wrapped around Evelyn like a suffocating blanket. She was drifting—caught between consciousness and oblivion. The pain in her body was distant, dulled into a faint ache compared to the crushing weight that pressed against her chest. The rejection still lingered there like a brand, searing her soul with every weak heartbeat.Then came a voice.Low. Steady. Commanding without effort.“…She needs rest.”Something warm pressed gently against her forehead, and for a brief second, the darkness wavered. The fog in her mind began to lift, piece by piece.Evelyn’s eyes fluttered open.The first thing she noticed wasn’t the voice, but the ceiling. It was rough, wooden—completely unfamiliar. Her gaze shifted sluggishly to the sides, registering flickering lanterns casting shadows across the walls, and the faint crackle of firewood burning steadily. The air smelled of pine, smoke, and something else… something distinctly masculine.Her body went rigid. Memories slammed into her all at on

The night air was crisp and biting as Evelyn pushed forward through the dense forest, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. Every step sent sharp jolts of pain through her chest, the mate bond’s severance still raw, like an open wound that refused to close.But she didn’t stop.She couldn’t.The further she got from Silvercrest, the freer she felt—though the pain didn’t lessen. It twisted inside her like a dagger, a cruel reminder of what had been taken from her. What he had taken from her.Damien.The name alone made her stomach churn, a mix of rage and heartbreak pooling inside her. He had shattered her with just a few cold, careless words. You are weak. You are not fit to be my Luna.A sob built in her throat, but she swallowed it down.She refused to break.The towering trees around her swayed gently in the breeze, their branches whispering secrets in the darkness. The moon above cast a pale glow over the landscape, guiding her steps as she ventured further from the only home

The grand hall of the Silvercrest Pack was packed wall to wall, the air buzzing with excitement. Tonight was supposed to be a night of celebration, a sacred moment when mates found each other and the pack welcomed its new Luna. Golden chandeliers glowed above, casting warm light over the polished floors, while wolves in their finest attire mingled, laughter and anticipation swirling like smoke through the air.For Evelyn Monroe, this night had been carved into her dreams since she was a child. She had imagined the mate chosen for her by the Moon Goddess—someone strong, someone kind, someone who would see her not only as the Beta’s daughter but as a woman worthy of standing at his side.Her heart pounded in her chest like a war drum as she stood in the center of the hall, surrounded by curious eyes. And then—she felt it.The mate bond.It snapped into place with startling clarity, like an invisible thread weaving her soul to another. A shiver ran through her veins, both fierce and elec