LOGINThe 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
The howl rolled across Black Hollow like thunder given voice. It wasn’t just sound—it was vibration, a low, guttural resonance that shook through the bones of every house and every person within the town. Windows rattled, lantern glass hummed, and the ground seemed to quiver beneath Evelyn’s boots.The silence that followed was worse. For a heartbeat, the town seemed to hold its breath, waiting for another cry, waiting to see if it was real. Then, as if a spell broke, doors burst open, lanterns flared to life, and the streets filled with the frightened.Mothers pulled children tight against their skirts. Old men clutched rifles with trembling hands. The sheriff’s deputies, sleep-rumpled and pale, tried to form some kind of order but were ignored by the rushing tide of people. The air was a tangle of voices—shouted questions, muttered prayers, angry whispers.“The Hollow Beast!” someone cried from the back of the gathering crowd.“No—no, it’s the wolves again!” another voice answered, t
The walk back into town felt longer than it should have, as if every step pressed her deeper into the weight of everything she’d uncovered. Evelyn’s chest still burned faintly where the mark throbbed beneath her skin. Her senses had sharpened again, picking up the rustle of sparrows in the branches, the faint crunch of gravel beneath boots even before she looked back and saw Jonah, Rowan, and Kael trailing her like sentinels.She stopped just at the edge of the cobblestone main road and turned to face them. “Enough.”Jonah’s jaw clenched, but his concern was written across his face. “Evelyn, after what happened last night—”“I don’t need guards,” she snapped, sharper than she intended. Her voice softened a fraction. “I need space. I need time to think. Please… just let me have that.”Rowan raised a skeptical brow, leaning against the hitching post with an ease that belied the tension around him. “Space is one thing. Walking straight back into the lion’s den without protection is anoth
The church bells tolled at dawn, their mournful clang echoing through Black Hollow like a death knell. The sound carried on the crisp air, tugging Evelyn from the half-sleep she had finally drifted into. Her body still ached from the night before—her muscles sore, her mark tender, her thoughts fogged with exhaustion. But the moment she heard the bells, she knew.Another death.Jonah was already lacing his boots by the cabin door, his face grim. Rowan leaned against the windowsill, arms crossed, his eyes shadowed with the heaviness of inevitability. Kael stood like stone in the corner, his gaze locked on Evelyn as though waiting for her to break again.She forced herself upright, brushing damp strands of hair from her forehead. “Who is it this time?” Her voice came out raw, too tight, too tired.“Local boy,” Rowan muttered, his tone flat. “Young. Went into the woods last night. Never came back.”Her stomach twisted. Another body. Another life torn apart—and still, the town blamed wolve
The first thing Evelyn felt was warmth. Not the feverish burn of the mark that had tormented her all night, but a steady, enveloping heat that pulsed like a hearth fire. Her cheek rested against something solid, her body cocooned in strength. For a fleeting moment she thought she was safe, that the nightmare had finally ended.Then memory crashed into her.The growls. The fire under her skin. The silver in her vision. Her own voice snarling like a beast.Her eyes flew open.The cabin glowed faintly with dawnlight, dust motes drifting lazily in golden shafts that cut through the shutters. Her body ached everywhere, her muscles limp as though she had fought battles in her sleep. She blinked up—and froze.Kael’s arms were wrapped around her, his chest rising and falling beneath her cheek. His face hovered close, strands of dark hair falling across his brow. His eyes were closed, but even in sleep his features were taut, as though ready to snap awake at the slightest disturbance. The fain







