LOGINIn the remote town of Black Hollow, death wears the mask of wolves—but the truth is far darker. Dr. Evelyn Hart, a brilliant but skeptical forensic pathologist, is sent from the city to investigate a string of brutal killings. The townsfolk whisper about curses, ancient legends, and a beast that stalks beneath the full moon. Evelyn trusts science, not superstition. But when claw marks gouge trees higher than any wolf could reach, when the dead are crushed with impossible force, and when glowing eyes stare back at her in the forest, her certainty begins to fracture. Drawn into a chilling web of blood, folklore, and fate, Evelyn discovers she bears a mark older than the town itself—a mark that ties her to a man both dangerous and magnetic, a man who claims she was destined to be his mate. As her body betrays her and the wolf within claws free, she must choose: cling to the human life she built… or embrace the monstrous destiny that waits under the moon.
View MoreThe howl had not faded from Black Hollow’s bones. Even days after, its echo still rattled through streets and back alleys, as though the sound had sunk into the timbers of houses and the marrow of its people.By night, lanterns burned late. By day, whispers carried further than smoke from the chimneys.And Evelyn was always at the center of them.She felt it in the way shutters cracked open just wide enough for eyes to watch her pass. She heard it in the way voices hushed when her boots struck the cobblestones. A market stallkeeper’s hand had trembled when passing her change, though she tried to hide it behind a forced smile. Children, once bold enough to greet strangers, were pulled back by their mothers, their gazes wide with questions Evelyn couldn’t answer.The mark on her arm seemed to pulse harder with every look. She could feel it burning beneath her sleeve, as though it too sensed their suspicion.“Blood-marked,” one woman whispered when Evelyn passed.“Cursed,” another mutter
The aftermath of the forest encounter left Black Hollow drenched in an uneasy calm. For most of the townsfolk, life moved as if nothing had happened. But Evelyn felt the tremors beneath the surface—unseen, unshakable. Her body burned with energy she could neither name nor contain.She had returned to the cabin, footsteps heavy, senses on overdrive. Each sound—the scrape of wood in the walls, the whisper of wind outside—sharpened into piercing clarity. Her ears could pick up the soft scurry of rodents outside the window, the faint rasp of Jonah’s boots as he moved through the cabin. She could smell the musk of Kael, the faint copper tang of his blood that lingered even when he wasn’t near. The scents overwhelmed her, drawing her senses into a dizzying spiral.She was changing faster now. Strength coursed through her limbs like liquid fire. Her reflexes were sharper than any human should possess, every movement precise and calculated. Her hands clenched, nails leaving shallow crescent m
The first scream tore through the morning haze like a blade, sharp and unrelenting. Evelyn had been leaning over the town’s archives earlier, trying to make sense of centuries-old records, when it reached her through the fog outside. It wasn’t the familiar, echoing howl she had grown accustomed to—it was raw, frantic, and human in panic.She bolted from her desk, heart hammering in her chest. Outside, the town was already in motion. Lanterns swung wildly as farmers and townsfolk rushed from their homes, eyes wide with terror. Evelyn didn’t need to ask what had happened; the smell hit her first. Iron. Warm, coppery blood mingled with the scent of fur and scorched earth.At the edge of town, a scene of carnage awaited. Sheep, goats, and even a few cattle lay in shattered heaps, torn apart with precision. Their bodies were mangled, limbs twisted unnaturally. Evelyn’s stomach clenched. She had seen animal attacks before—wolf, bear—but this was different. Too methodical, too brutal.The cl
The next morning dawned gray and hollow, clouds stretched thin across the sky like a veil that dimmed the light. The streets were subdued after the night’s panic; doors stayed shut, curtains drawn, as though the people of Black Hollow believed silence might keep the howls at bay.Evelyn walked with purpose through the quiet town, her boots striking against cobblestones that echoed too loudly in the hush. She hadn’t slept, not really. Every time she closed her eyes, she heard the howl reverberating through her bones, or felt the searing pull of her mark. But exhaustion couldn’t drown her need for answers.The truth was here, buried beneath years of half-whispered legends and careful omissions. If the townsfolk wouldn’t speak it, she would drag it into the light herself.The sheriff was already at his office when she pushed the door open. He sat slumped at his desk, dark circles carved under his eyes, a cup of black coffee cooling untouched. The sight of her seemed to drain what little












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