Mag-log inHigh school is hard. Being an outcast omega werewolf? Even harder. Evelyn “Evie” Hart has spent her life on the outskirts—first of her pack, now in a new town—hiding the secret she can’t seem to unlock: her wolf. But Silver Ridge High isn’t your typical high school, and neither is the nearby forest that seems to pull at her every step. Then there’s Caleb Blackwood—the brooding, magnetic future alpha of the Silver Moon pack. Their connection is instant, undeniable, and complicated. While the mate bond tugs at them, Caleb’s walls and the pack’s politics make getting close impossible… especially with Lydia, a scheming prospective Luna, determined to make Evie fail. Caught between desire, danger, and a destiny she doesn’t fully understand, Evie must navigate pack hierarchy, high school drama, and the thrilling but unpredictable awakening of her powers. In a world where loyalty is tested, love is forbidden, and wolves are far more than just legends, Evie will discover that true strength comes from embracing who she is—even if it means defying the pack, her mate, and everything she thought she knew about herself.
view moreThere’s this sharp, electric feeling in the woods at twilight. Honestly, it just flips reality on its head. The world I know—the safe, everyday stuff—slips away, and what’s left buzzes with danger and magic so thick you can almost taste it. Even the trees feel like they’re holding their breath, caught in this heavy silence, waiting for someone—no, something—to finally break the spell.And, judging by the wild, painful pressure squeezing my chest, that “someone” is definitely me. Lucky me.Tonight, my usual anchors are useless. Schoolwork? Forget it. My math homework looks like someone spilled ink on it. I can’t focus. Dinner? Might as well be cardboard. There’s a hunger inside me that has nothing to do with food. Even Maya’s endless chatter—normally a lifeline, with her weird art projects and crazier school board conspiracy theories—just bounces right off my wall of nerves.My wolf isn’t just restless tonight. She’s pure chaos, pacing under my skin, whining and desperate, clawing for
I've developed a, well-tested theory about small towns. They are fundamentally not small at all. They possess an intense, magnifying complexity, operating less like normal cities and more like intricate, self-contained snow globes.From the outside, the entire scene looks meticulously picturesque, perfectly arranged, and benignly charming. But the second you actively choose to shake it, the second an outside element, like me, enters the carefully controlled environment, the entire world erupts into a violent, chaotic storm. Suddenly, the swirling glitter catches the light, and everyone sees exactly what you are hiding.Right now, standing on the edge of social obscurity, I feel undeniably like I am the central, inconvenient, attention-grabbing glitter storm in someone else's tiny, painstakingly curated, perfect little world.Today's torture is gym class. Naturally.Because what conceivable setting could offer a more effective, comprehensive venue for a loud, public humiliation in fron
The essential, unavoidable truth about small towns is that they possess this unsettling, almost supernatural ability to amplify every single minor problem until it stretches, and festers into something that feels like the immediate, terminal end of the known world. The pressure is constant, the scrutiny inescapable.And today, this specific, draining Tuesday, feels like the ultimate, catastrophic peak of that unsettling phenomenon. It is a day drenched in anticipatory dread and the raw exposure of being the unwanted new factor in a carefully balanced equation.The tension is initially rooted, of course, in the endless, brightly lit torment of school. The hallways are permanently buzzing with the low, virulent hum of circulating gossip, a constant, low-grade white noise of judgment and exclusion.The teachers are merely uniformed extensions of this local toxicity, possessing expressions that clearly imply a deep, personal, and profoundly unfair vendetta against any new student who dar
Silver Ridge High, I quickly realized, possessed an almost magical, deeply irritating ability to transform the utterly ordinary routine of mandatory education into a draining, high-stakes battlefield.The hallways were perpetually jammed, a surging tide of hormonal teenagers, each small, distinct group marking their designated social territory with the fierce, protective instinct of wild animals defending their established turf.The air was thick with competitive energy, silent challenges, and the aggressive posturing of adolescent hierarchy. And somewhere, trapped and completely exposed within this noisy, overwhelming chaos, I was mandated to somehow successfully blend in.Good luck with that, I thought grimly, pulling my shoulders back and pushing through a cluster of oblivious jocks. Blending in was about as likely as me suddenly sprouting functional wings.My first period was the agonizingly dull crucible of history. The classroom was dim, the air stale, and Mr. Gallagher was curr
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