THE HOLLOW WOLF
Four years ago, Mara Quinn died for a murder she never committed. She was killed for supposedly murdering Leon Rook, brother of Alpha Cassian Rook — the man she loved, her fated mate. He stood there and let it happen. He never once fought for her.
Now she's alive again. She wakes up clawing out of a grave, breathing, terrified — but trapped inside someone else's body. She's wearing the face of Selene Voss, a woman the Rook pack already hates. Mara has no idea who did this to her or why. So she does the only thing that makes sense. She walks straight back into the home of the man who let her die.
At Blackridge House, Cassian doesn't trust this stranger at his door. But something about her won't leave him alone. His wolf reacts to her like it knows her. He locks her away and tells himself it's just caution. Really, he's scared of what she's stirring up inside him.
While hiding who she really is, Mara starts digging into her own murder. She learns something impossible: memory binding, a forbidden power that can erase and rewrite a person's mind, was used on her. With help from a healer and her own brother, she uncovers a conspiracy tangled up in her parents' deaths, her stolen memories, and the true story behind Leon's death.
Meanwhile, someone close to Cassian is working hard to keep the truth buried forever.
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Chapter: A Ghost in the Guest WingThe woman doesn't move from the window. She just watches me, real still, and somehow that's more unsettling than if she'd come at me swinging."I don't know what you've heard," I say, "but I'm not a ghost.""No?" She tilts her head, looking me over the way you'd look at a stray dog that wandered into a dinner party. "Half the pack downstairs thinks Selene Voss crawled straight up out of hell to cause trouble for our Alpha. The other half thinks you're something worse.""And what do you think?""I think," she says, walking across the room slowly, "I haven't decided yet."Up close she's pretty in a way that feels planned out. Reddish-brown hair pinned back, not one strand loose. Violet-gray eyes that don't miss a thing."I'm Nadia," she says. "Cassian's advisor. Looks like we'll be spending a lot of time together while he figures out what to do with you.""Lucky me," I say, and something flickers in her eyes. Amusement, maybe. Or she doesn't like that I didn't flinch."You've got nerve,
Last Updated: 2026-08-16
Chapter: The Alpha's EyesThey walk me through the big doors of Blackridge House with my wrists still tied, and every step across that stone floor feels like walking into a memory I'm not allowed to have.The entry hall hasn't changed. Same high beams. Same old tapestries on the walls. Same cold draft that never goes away no matter how many fires burn in the hearths. I used to run down this hallway laughing. I used to belong here.Now they're dragging me through it like a stranger.Cassian walks ahead of us, not saying a word, his back straight and stiff. I watch the width of his shoulders and try to match this man up with the one who used to pull me against his chest and tell me nothing bad would ever touch me in this house.He leads us into a small room off the main hall. A study. Dark wood, a fire already going, maps and papers stacked neat on a heavy desk. He waits until the guard shuts the door behind us before he turns to look at me full on."Untie her," he says.The guard hesitates. "Alpha, she was foun
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Chapter: Border watchThe riders come fast, hooves tearing up the frozen dirt. I don't run. There's nowhere to run to anyway. Something in me, maybe just tired instinct, tells me standing still is safer than giving three armed strangers a reason to chase."Hands where I can see them!" the lead rider shouts. He pulls his horse up hard just a few feet from me. Broad guy, dark beard, crossbow already pointed at my chest.I lift my hands slow, palms open. "I'm not armed.""That's not what I asked." His eyes go over me, the mud, the borrowed cloak, the boots two sizes too big. "State your business on Rook land.""I'm trying to reach Blackridge House," I say, keeping my voice steady even though my heart's pounding hard enough that I figure he can hear it. "I need to speak with Alpha Rook."The younger rider laughs under his breath. "Sure you do. Everybody wants an audience with the Alpha.""I'm not lying," I say, sharper than I mean to.The lead rider gets down off his horse, boots hitting the dirt hard, and wal
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Chapter: What Growls in the DarkThe growl comes again. This time I saw him. A wolf steps out from between two trees. Dark gray. Big. Teeth are already out.I don't move. Every part of me wants to run but something stops me. You don't run from something like that. It'll chase you down before you get three steps."Easy," I say, and I keep my hands up so he can see them. "I'm not here to fight you."He doesn't answer, because he's a wolf, not a person. But his ears go flat and his lip pulls back more, and I get the feeling this isn't some animal that wandered up on me by accident. He's working. This is a patrol.A man steps out from behind him. Tall. Heavy gray coat, collar turned up against the cold. Maybe thirty years old. He looks at me like he hasn't decided yet if I'm trouble or just a headache."That's Grimwood land you're standing on," he says. "We don't get a lot of folks climbing out of the dirt at sunrise."My stomach drops. He saw the grave."I don't know what you saw," I say, trying to keep my voice from sh
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Chapter: BuriedDirt fills my mouth before it fills my lungs, and that's how I know I'm alive. You don't choke on soil in the ground. You just rot in it.I claw upward. My nails split against roots and stone, but I don't stop, because some animal part of me understands that stopping means dying again, and once was already too many times. My fingers break the surface first. Then my hand. Then my head, gasping, spitting mud, screaming into open air that tastes like pine and frost and nothing I remember.I drag myself out of the earth and lie there, chest heaving, staring up at a gray sky through black branches."No," I whisper. My voice comes out wrong. Too high. Too soft. Not mine.I push myself onto my knees. My hands are shaking, and when I look down at them, they're shaking wrong — smaller knuckles, paler skin, a thin white scar across the left palm that I never had."What—" I start, and stop, because that's not my voice either.There's a stream nearby, I can hear it, and I crawl toward the sound
Last Updated: 2026-08-16
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