In a world of monsters, the real danger is falling for one. After the tragic loss of his fiancée, journalist Elliot Harper has spent years burying his pain behind the hard facts of his small town reporting. But when strange animal attacks and claw marks stir suspicion in his mountain community, Elliot is drawn to investigate... and he finds more than he bargained for. Elliot can't resist taking the injured man he finds in the woods to his cabin, just to discover that his new houseguest, Damien, holds a dark secret. Damien is a rogue werewolf, hunted by his own pack and bound by ancient laws that forbids him from mingling with humans. But how can he stay away from his own mate? As the two grow closer, their connection stirs something dangerous and powerful within them. But despite the thrill of uncovering the supernatural world, Elliot’s curiosity teens deadly when he learns that Damien’s past may be tied to the darkest moment of his own. Elliot must decide if he wants to confront his fears and embrace this new power he never wanted... or abandon Damien to the deadly pack that's closing in on them.
View MoreElliot.I was back at the cave like I never really left.It pulsed with an energy that set my nerves on edge, but at least my limbs were moving now. I crouched behind a jagged rock, straining to make sense of what I was seeing.I was inside this time, and so was this heart-shaped crystal in the centre of the cave radiating an unearthly glow, its light playing tricks with the shadows. And there was Damien... a younger looking Damien, standing in front of it, his chest rising and falling like he'd just sprinted miles.What was so important about Damien's past that kept pulling me back?What did I need to know?Damien looked... wrecked.Sweat glistened on his forehead, his usually composed face marred by a wild, frantic expression I'd only seen once. During his fight with the lycan... creature thing. His hands hovered over the crystal, trembling. He muttered something under his breath, too quiet for me to hear, but whatever it was, it sounded desperate.Why was he in here?Why was I here
Elliot. I couldn't move. The realization hit me like a freight train, crashing into me with a force that stole the breath from my lungs. My arms hung lifeless at my sides, my legs dead weight beneath me. Panic surged, icy and unrelenting, clawing its way through my chest. “Damien!” My voice broke, high-pitched and trembling. “I... I can’t move!” Damien’s hands were gripping my shoulders instantly as though his touch alone could steady me. His eyes were darkened and locked onto mine, wild with a mixture of fear and determination. “You’re okay, Elliot,” he said, his voice firm, but I could hear the edge of panic beneath it. “You’re here with us. Just breathe.” I couldn't. My chest felt like it was caving in, each inhale a shallow gasp that did nothing to calm the storm building inside me. “I can’t!” I cried, my body trembling as though trying to escape its own paralysis. “Damien, I can’t feel anything! I can’t...” “Elliot!” Celeste’s voice sliced through my panic like a blad
Elliot.The storm, the woman, the pack... they vanished like smoke in the wind, leaving me adrift in a place that was nowhere and everywhere at once.I wasn't falling, but I wasn't standing either.Time itself seemed to twist and coil, pulling me deeper into its strange, surreal tide.Then, like a thread being yanked taut, the world snapped into place again. I was in a forest. The scent of pine was sharp in the air, mingling with the damp, earthy tang of recent rain. Overhead, thick branches crisscrossed the sky, their needles blotting out the light and casting the ground in a patchwork of shadow. I staggered, struggling to orient myself, and then I heard it... laughter. Children’s laughter. It came from somewhere ahead, carried on the breeze like a melody. For a moment, I froze, unsure whether to follow it or turn away. But the pull... the same invisible force that had dragged me through every other dreamlike fragment... compelled me forward.The forest opened into a small c
Damien.The floor quaked beneath me. I jolted awake, the chair screeching as I kicked back, disoriented. The first thing I noticed was Elliot’s hand, still limp in mine. The second was the vibration in the room, a deep, resonant hum that rattled my teeth and made the air feel too thick.“Damien!” Celeste's voice sliced through the suffocating fog. I whipped my head toward the door just as it flew open, slamming against the wall with enough force to splinter wood.She stumbled in, her usually sharp, collected expression replaced with something raw and unguarded... fear. “What the hell is going on?” I demanded, rising to my feet. The pressure in the room grew worse, the walls groaning as cracks spiderwebbed along the plaster. "Witches," Celeste spat, her voice clipped, eyes darting toward the window as if expecting it to shatter at any second. "The kind who hate my guts and want me dead."Before I could respond, the room lurched violently, throwing me off balance. My hand instin
Damien.The room was too quiet. Not peaceful or soothing, but oppressive. A silence so thick it pressed against my ears, amplified the sound of my own heartbeat, and magnified every inhale and exhale coming from the person lying in front of me.My... saviour. He looked so small like this. Fragile, almost. The bed dwarfed his lanky frame, his blond hair stark against the pillow. His chest rose and fell steadily, but it was faint, too faint for comfort. The blanket was pulled up to his waist, hiding the worst of the bruises that marred his skin... ugly purple bruises that appeared moments after Celeste made me inject wolf bane into him.Bloody witch.I sat beside him, my fingers wrapped gently around his hand. It was warm, and that was something.But it wasn't enough.Not when his fingers didn't curl back around mine, didn't squeeze the way they usually did when he wanted to tell me without words that I wasn't alone. I reached out with my free hand, brushing a strand of blond hair f
Elliot."Wake."The command reverberated through me, and the world tilted.I wasn't waking... not in the way the wolf demanded. Instead, I was pulled into something else entirely.The darkness receded slowly, giving way to a world steeped in muted colours and restless energy.My limbs felt like lead, as though gravity itself had grown heavier. The ground beneath me was soft and damp, blades of grass brushing against my bare feet.I opened my eyes fully, and the world came into focus. Storm clouds churned above, restless and alive, their deep grays and purples twisting like smoke caught in a hurricane. Thunder rolled in the distance, a low rumble that resonated in my chest, and occasional forks of lightning split the sky. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the scent of rain that hadn't yet fallen.This was a far cry from the snow peaked land I had been on mere moments ago... how did I move from there to... here?I was standing in the middle of a vast field, the grass stretc
Elliot.Everything was distant... a haze of voices and sensations muffled by an overwhelming darkness.The heat burned first, an unrelenting fire that licked at my skin from the inside out. I tried to breathe, but each gasp felt like inhaling flames. Somewhere beyond the suffocating fog, I could hear Damien’s voice, sharp and urgent.“Elliot!” It tugged at me, an anchor in the storm, but I couldn’t hold onto it. The darkness thickened, dragging me under until the voices faded completely. And then, I was somewhere else. The first thing I noticed was the snow. It blanketed everything in sight, stretching endlessly in all directions. Mountains loomed on the horizon, their jagged peaks piercing the steel-gray sky. A biting wind swept through the air, carrying with it an eerie silence. I stood in the middle of it, barefoot, wearing nothing but a thin shirt and pants. The cold should have been unbearable, but I felt nothing... just a numbness that seeped into my bones. Where was
Damien."Elliot!"My voice thundered through the room, panic gripping me as I lunged forward. Elliot crumpled to the ground, his knees buckling beneath him. I caught him just in time, lowering him to the floor, his body limp in my arms.From puking... to fainting.He had fainted twice within how many hours now. That wasn't good.With how much Elliot want to do things without being tied to me, do things like he wasn't my fucking mate, like he wasn't the only one I would willingly die for... it almost made me think he had rejected me.But the bond was still there. Tugging at me. Binding us together. And now it was screaming in agony. His skin was scorching hot, his breathing shallow and laboured. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his face was pale... too pale. I pressed my hand against his cheek, feeling the unnatural heat radiating from him.He was okay... okay... he was okay just for a few moments ago. Standing and talking..."What's happening to him?" I growled, my voice barely s
Elliot."How the heck is my brother turning into... into... what was it again... a Fenrir?" Ethan's voice ringed out after a few minutes of silence.Of course.Of course, that was what he'd latch onto. Not the witch standing before us, not Damien agreeing to help someone because of me, and certainly not the fact that my life had just been flipped upside down.No.Ethan chose to hyper-focus on one single word.Celeste’s lips curved into an amused smile, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ah, Fenrir. The rare and ancient breed of werewolf."Ethan blinked, then gestured wildly at me. "And you're telling me that he... my perpetually grumpy, sometimes sunshine, coffee-addicted, very human ligtle brother... is one of those things?"“Technically,” Celeste said with a dramatic pause, “he’s becoming one.” How does that even happen?My head spun as I tried to keep up. "Becoming? What does that even mean? I've never been a wolf before."Celeste raised a finger, as if I'd just given her th
Elliot. There was nothing more heartbreaking than working on the anniversary of your fiancee’s death. I stood by the kitchen window, my eyes fixed on the mountain view bathed in the early morning mist. It was as cold and unyielding as the five years since Janice’s death. Every morning began the same... coffee, silence, and the ache of what I lost. Most days, that was exactly how I liked it. “Harper, where’s my damn article?” A voice rang through the phone sitting next to me, breaking the quiet. Shit. I grabbed it, already rolling my eyes as I saw my editor’s name on the screen. I pressed the answer button. “Good morning to you too, Frank.” “No time for pleasantries. I need that piece on the roadwork finished today. The mayor’s been breathing down my neck about public safety since the logging trucks started using the main street. And don’t even get me started on the wildfire complaints” Frank was always the sweet one. And I enjoyed talking to him. “Roadwork? Thrilling.” I said
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