The Space Between Full Moons
She came to the mountains to photograph wolves. She never expected to fall for one.
Wildlife photographer Elena Voss arrives in Thornwood Hollow chasing a career-saving story — a wolf pack, sighted for the first time in decades, hidden deep in the Cascades. What she finds instead is Rowan Ashford: a ranger who warns her off the trails, vanishes without explanation, and heals from wounds that should have taken weeks. Every instinct that made her a good journalist tells her something isn't adding up. Every instinct that made her human tells her to stop asking questions and let herself fall.
She doesn't listen to either.
As Elena gets closer to the truth and closer to Rowan, she uncovers a secret three generations in the making: a pack of werewolves living in plain sight, protected by a single unbreakable law. No outsiders. Ever. Rowan has spent his whole life enforcing that law, even against his own heart. But loving Elena means breaking it, and the last time this pack's secret got out, it cost them everything.
Now, with a vengeful hunter closing in and Rowan's own father demanding he choose between the woman he loves and the pack he's meant to lead, Rowan and Elena are running out of time to decide what they're willing to risk for each other.
Some secrets are kept to protect the people you love.
Some loves are worth breaking every rule you were raised on.
The Space Between Full Moons is a slow-burn paranormal romance about the terrifying, thrilling act of being truly seen by someone who was never supposed to let you get close enough to look.
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Chapter: Assigned Against His WillChapter FiveThe Thornwood Ranger Station occupied a squat green building at the edge of town that looked like it had been built sometime in the seventies and maintained with exactly enough budget to keep the roof from leaking and the heater from fully dying, a triumph of institutional persistence over institutional funding. Elena had called ahead, spoken to someone who identified himself as Captain Alvarez, and secured — with the particular ease of a journalist invoking a magazine's name, a small but reliable form of leverage she'd learned to deploy without guilt — an appointment to discuss "safe access to sensitive wilderness areas."What she had not expected was to walk into the station and find Rowan Ashford already standing beside the front desk, arms crossed, wearing the specific expression of a man being told something he had no intention of enjoying, a muscle working steadily in his jaw like he was chewing on the words he wasn't allowed to say out loud."Ms. Voss." Captain Alv
Last Updated: 2026-08-06
Chapter: The Ashfords Don't MingleChapter FourThe town gathering — Priya had called it a "harvest social" with a straight face, despite it being early June, a discrepancy nobody in Thornwood Hollow seemed inclined to explain, as though the name had simply calcified into tradition long after anyone remembered why — took over the small green beside the church on Saturday evening. String lights strung between two ancient oaks, foldout tables heavy with casseroles under handwritten index cards naming their owners, a bluegrass trio playing with more enthusiasm than precision from a raised platform that might once have been a gazebo, before time and weather had worn away its more decorative ambitions."You're doing the thing," Priya said, appearing at her elbow with two plastic cups of something that smelled aggressively of cinnamon and, underneath that, something stronger. "The photographer thing. Cataloguing everyone with your eyes like you're going to write a caption for each of us later.""I have no idea what you're ta
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Chapter: Something in the TreesChapter ThreeMorning came early and gray, fog pooled thick in the hollow like the valley had filled overnight with something breathable but not quite air, something that clung to the skin and dampened sound before it could travel. Elena made bad coffee on the wood stove — she was getting marginally better at the fire, if not the coffee — ate a granola bar standing at the window, and told herself the plan for the day was simple: scout the tree line closest to her cabin, get a feel for the terrain, take nothing but reconnaissance shots before she pushed further into pack territory later in the week, once the permits Alvarez had mentioned on the phone actually came through.She'd photographed dangerous places before. A leopard den in Sri Lanka, three days spent motionless in a blind that smelled like her own sweat and patience. A polar bear corridor in Manitoba where her guide had carried a rifle the entire three days and used it exactly zero times, which he'd told her, afterward, over
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Chapter: New Address, Old GhostsChapter TwoThe cabin the magazine had rented for her sat at the end of a gravel spur half a mile past the last streetlight, close enough to town to feel like a decision and far enough to feel like a statement. Elena parked, killed the engine, and sat for a moment listening to the tick of cooling metal and the much larger silence underneath it — a silence with texture, with layers, entirely unlike the flat white noise of the city apartment she'd left behind three days ago with a duffel bag and a list of excuses she hadn't had to use on anyone, because there'd been no one left to give them to.The cabin was smaller than the photos online had promised — one bedroom, a wood stove, a porch that sagged gently on one side like it was leaning in to listen to something. But the windows faced the tree line, uninterrupted, and that was the only feature that had actually mattered to her when she'd scrolled through the listing at two in the morning, unable to sleep, needing to feel like she was a
Last Updated: 2026-08-06
Chapter: The Split Rock Chapter OneThe road to Thornwood Hollow ran out of pavement eleven miles before it ran out of trees.Elena Voss noticed the exact moment the asphalt gave way to gravel, a small jolt through the steering wheel, like the mountain itself was announcing a boundary. She slowed the car, more out of respect than necessity, and watched the forest close in on either side. Douglas firs, dense and dark green, stood so tall they blotted out the tops of the ridgelines. It was the kind of place that made a person feel very small, very quickly.She liked that feeling more than she probably should.Three years photographing wildlife across four continents had taught her that the best images came from places that didn't care whether you lived or died. Thornwood Hollow, tucked into a fold of the Cascades with a population of four hundred and change, looked like it might not care either. Good. She'd had enough of places that cared too much, cities full of people who wanted things from her, a gallery r
Last Updated: 2026-08-06
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