Fated by The Moon

Eve Langley stood at the edge of Black Hollow, the town that had once been her home, staring down the narrow road that led into the heart of it. The fog was thick, curling up from the earth like a living thing, making the trees that bordered the path look like shadowy silhouettes. The quiet of the place was unsettling, and she shivered despite herself.

It had been years since she last set foot in Black Hollow, years since she had run away from this strange, eerie little town with its cryptic whispers and its dark secrets. The kind of place where nothing ever truly changed, and yet, everything seemed to shift under the surface. She hadn’t wanted to come back—there had been no real reason to—but something inside her had tugged at her, pulling her back like an invisible thread. A letter from her grandmother, one she had never expected, had arrived weeks ago, summoning her home. And then, the dreams. Strange, haunting dreams of the moon, of wolves, and of a pull she couldn’t explain.

Now here she was, standing on the threshold of Black Hollow, the place that had always felt more like a shadow than a home.

Her grandmother’s house loomed ahead, nestled at the edge of the woods. The old house was exactly as she remembered it—creaky, weathered, and tired. Yet, despite the years of neglect, it felt like it had been waiting for her. The porch sagged slightly, the garden was overgrown, and the paint had chipped off in large swaths. But it was home. At least, it used to be.

Eve let out a sigh, her breath forming small clouds in the crisp morning air. She could feel the weight of the town on her shoulders, the familiar feeling that something was wrong, but she didn’t know what. She hesitated, her hand on the old iron doorknob, her heart racing. She had no idea what to expect inside. The letter from her grandmother had been vague, cryptic, urging her to return without explanation. All it said was, You’re needed here, Eve. The time has come. Come home.

She pushed the door open with a slow, creaking motion. The smell of dust and aged wood hit her immediately. The air inside was heavy with the scent of forgotten years, the weight of silence pressing in from every corner. Eve’s footsteps echoed as she entered the foyer, her fingers trailing along the walls as she walked further into the house. The faint sound of the wind rattling the old windows was the only sound, like the house was holding its breath, waiting for her.

She remembered running through these hallways as a child, laughing as her grandmother chased her. She remembered the warmth of the fireplace in the living room, the smell of fresh bread baking, and the soft voice of her grandmother reading her bedtime stories. But now, it all felt distant, as if the house itself had been holding its own secrets all these years, secrets that Eve was about to uncover.

As she wandered through the dimly lit rooms, memories washed over her, but they were tainted by the feeling that something had been left unfinished. She stopped in the kitchen, her fingers brushing over the old wooden table where her grandmother had sat for hours, talking to her about things that never made sense—things that seemed like fairy tales at the time, but now felt like they held the key to something bigger. The strange stories of wolves, of the moon, of power that lay beyond what the human eye could see.

Her grandmother had always been a mystery to her, a woman of strength and conviction, but also someone who carried a secret weight. There were times when Eve had thought her grandmother knew more about Black Hollow than she was willing to admit. She had always known the town had its dark side, but she had never been prepared for what she was about to face.

Eve wandered aimlessly for a while, unsure of where to go or what to do. She didn’t know if there was anyone else left in Black Hollow—she hadn’t seen anyone on her way in. The town was small, a mere blip on the map, and she’d never expected anyone to come looking for her.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Eve froze, her heart skipping a beat. She hadn’t been expecting anyone. Who would be coming to see her, especially after all these years? Her mind raced with possibilities, most of them unpleasant. Maybe someone had seen her arrive, and they were here to question her, to remind her of the reasons she left. Or maybe it was just a neighbor, someone who didn’t recognize her yet.

With a sense of unease, Eve slowly approached the door and peered through the peephole. Standing outside was a man. Tall, with dark hair that hung loosely over his forehead, and a hard jawline that spoke of strength. His presence felt powerful, almost otherworldly. His dark eyes met hers through the peephole, and for a brief moment, Eve thought she saw something like recognition in them—like he knew her, even though they had never met.

Eve’s breath caught in her throat. She wasn’t sure why, but something about him seemed... familiar.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door just a crack. “Can I help you?” she asked, her voice uncertain.

The man studied her for a moment, his eyes intense, as though he were trying to place her. “Eve Langley?” he asked, his voice deep and smooth, with a hint of something ancient behind it.

“Yes,” she replied, her voice a little shakier than she intended. “Who are you?”

“My name is Luca Thorne,” he said, his gaze never leaving hers. “I’m the Alpha of the Silverclaws.”

Eve blinked, confused. The words didn’t make sense at first. Silverclaws? Alpha? Her mind raced, trying to place the term. It sounded familiar, but she couldn’t put her finger on why. The weight of his gaze made her feel like she was being judged, like he knew something about her that she didn’t.

“The Silverclaws?” she echoed, her voice trembling slightly. “I’ve never heard of them.”

Luca gave a small, knowing smile, though it was edged with something darker. “That’s because the packs have kept their distance from the humans for many years. But we’ve been watching, Eve. Waiting for you.”

Eve’s heart began to race. “Waiting for me? Why?”

Luca stepped closer, his presence overwhelming as if the very air around him was charged with energy. “Because you’re not just any human,” he said, his voice low, almost reverent. “You’ve been marked by the moon. The time has come for you to learn who you really are.”

Eve stepped back, suddenly feeling as though the ground beneath her was shifting. She shook her head, trying to process what he was saying. “Marked by the moon? I don’t understand.”

Luca’s eyes softened slightly, though there was a storm brewing beneath them. “You will. But not right now. Come with me, and I’ll explain.”

“I don’t even know you!” Eve exclaimed, her voice rising. “How do you know me? How do you know what I am?”

Luca’s gaze darkened, and for a moment, Eve saw something in his eyes—something fierce and untamed. “Because I’ve been waiting for you, Eve. The Silverclaws have been waiting. And now, you’ve come back to us.”

Eve felt a chill run down her spine. His words were cryptic, but they held an undeniable weight. He wasn’t lying. Eve could feel it in the pit of her stomach, an instinct she didn’t fully understand. There was something about Luca, something ancient and powerful, that made her heart beat faster.

“I don’t know what’s going on,” Eve said, her voice cracking. “I don’t know who you are or what you want from me.”

Luca exhaled, his eyes softening just a little. “I’m here to protect you. And to tell you the truth. There’s a prophecy, Eve. A prophecy that says you are the key to the future of both our worlds.”

“Worlds?” Eve whispered, taking a step back.

Luca nodded. “The world of humans and the world of wolves. And you, Eve, are the bridge between them.”

Her mind was spinning, her thoughts racing. The weight of his words hung in the air like a storm, and she felt like she was drowning in them. She had come to Black Hollow to escape the past, to bury the memories, but now it seemed as though the past had found her. And it was bigger than anything she could have imagined.

“I can’t... I can’t do this,” Eve whispered, her voice shaky. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Luca’s gaze softened, and for a moment, he looked almost sympathetic. “You don’t have to do anything, Eve. But the prophecy has already chosen you. There’s no turning back.”

Eve’s chest tightened, her breath quickening. She didn’t know what was happening, but one thing was certain: her life had just changed forever.

“Come with me,” Luca said, his voice gentle but firm. “I’ll explain everything.”

And despite the fear gnawing at her, despite the confusion that threatened to overwhelm her, Eve found herself nodding.

To be continued…