Mag-log inWhen Meghan walks into a crowded bar on a stormy October night, she’s only looking for a distraction from her messy life. Instead, she catches the attention of the wrong man someone far too persistent who refuses to take the hint when she wants to be left alone. Just when the situation turns unsettling, Ollie steps in. Quiet, intense, and impossible to ignore, he scares the stranger off with a single look. From that moment, Meghan can’t stop thinking about him. But Ollie isn’t just another mysterious guy with a protective streak. He’s hiding a dangerous secret: he’s a werewolf, and the moment he saw Meghan, he knew she was one too... even if she has no idea herself. As the two grow closer, Meghan begins experiencing terrifying blackouts, violent dreams, and strange instincts she can’t explain. Ollie tries to keep his distance, knowing the truth could ruin everything, but their connection becomes impossible to fight. Between rival wolf packs, deadly secrets, and a love that feels both intoxicating and destructive, Meghan is pulled into a world she never knew existed. And as the next full moon approaches, Ollie realizes protecting Meghan may mean risking his own life and his heart.
view moreA heavy, intoxicating wave of scent flared from him—something fierce, protective, and entirely feral—answering the silent, desperate call my body was putting out like it had a mind of its own.It wasn’t just attraction.It was recognition, acting like a green light to the instinct claws-deep in my mind and snapping the last thread of restraint I had left.Losing that final grip on logic, I arched into his touch, my hands traveling up his chest to tangle in his shaggy hair.I didn’t wait for permission.I didn’t wait for him to finish his warning.I pulled him down, bridging the final inch between us, and pressed my lips directly to his.The moment our lips met, it was like something inside me detonated.A violent jolt of electricity snapped through the darkness, turning the simmer inside me into an absolute explosion, stealing the breath straight from my lungs.Ollie groaned against my mouth, a sound that was half-surrender and half-agony, low and broken, like it hurt him to stop.For
Meghan's POVThe darkness of the room didn’t hide the heat; it only made it more concentrated, trapping it under the heavy blanket. Every inch of space where our skin was close, even through clothes, felt charged.I held my breath, terrified that if I exhaled too loudly, the fragile peace Ollie had settled into would shatter. But the fire inside me wasn’t peaceful. It was a sudden, demanding pressure, tightening in my chest and making my pulse hammer against my ribs.It wasn’t steady anymore.It was building.Layering.Like something inside me was pacing, restless and awake in a way it hadn’t been before.I shifted slightly under the blanket, but the movement only made it worse—like my own skin was too sensitive to exist inside itself. My thoughts started to blur at the edges, slipping between awareness and something heavier, instinctive, pressing forward.He must have felt the sudden shift in my energy, or maybe he could hear how shallow my breathing had become. In the dark, I heard
Meghan's POVThe week before Christmas break felt like the first time I could actually breathe again.Not because everything was fixed.Not because everything made sense.But because it had stopped actively falling apart.Ollie stayed close the entire time.Not in a hovering way.Just… present.Like a constant I was still getting used to having.The apartment slowly went back to normal in the way things do when people are trying not to talk about something too loudly.Anya stopped crying every time she looked at me.Mostly.Kylah stopped asking questions she already knew we couldn’t answer yet.Mostly.Shane stopped pretending he wasn’t watching both me and Ollie like he was trying to solve a problem with missing pieces.Definitely not mostly.And me?I stopped feeling like I was going to disappear if I blinked too long.Mostly.My wolf was quieter now.Not gone.Just settled.Like she’d done what she came to do and was now… watching.Waiting.Observing Ollie the same way I was.Which
Meghan's POVI took another sip of coffee just to give myself something to do with my hands.Ollie was still watching me like he was waiting for something important.Like I was about to break again.I wasn’t.At least… I didn’t think I was.“I don’t really understand all of it yet,” I said slowly, setting the mug down. “But when I shifted—there was this place.”His expression shifted immediately.“Place?”I nodded.“It wasn’t the apartment. It wasn’t anything real in the normal way. It was like…” I hesitated, searching for the right words. “Like everything I’ve ever painted at some point got pulled together into one place.”Ollie didn’t interrupt.Just listened.That made it easier.“It was a forest,” I continued. “But not just a forest. It was frozen and alive at the same time. There was a lake that looked like glass, and the trees were all covered in snow, but the sky was moving like it was breathing.”My fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the counter as I remembered it.
Ollie's POVA rainy Friday in October always did something to me.It wasn’t just the boredom it was the way Boston felt too tight. Too loud even when it was quiet. Like the buildings pressed in closer when the sky turned gray, like they didn’t understand what it meant to have space.I stared at the
Meghan's POV"Meghan come on! We are going to have to wait in this rain if you don't hurry the f*ck up" Eliana shouts down the hall of our four bedroom apartment as the setting spray is falling on to my face."I'm literally all done" I say as I walk out of my room wearing knee-high boots that make m
Meghan's POVJulien’s body tenses almost instantly, his expression hardening as he takes a step forward.I’m not even looking at either of them anymore.My eyes stay fixed on the floor, heartbeat pounding so hard I can hear it over the music. The edges of the room suddenly feel too sharp, too loud,
Meghan's POVI grimace at the way he’s chosen to say those words.There’s something about his tone, too deliberate, too practiced, that makes my skin crawl. Like he’s performing confidence instead of actually having it.He says something else to me, lower this time, just for me, and whatever it is






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