LOGINVara came at sunrise.Selene heard the knock and knew before she opened the door. Something in her skin prickled. Something that had nothing to do with memory and everything to do with instinct.The woman on the other side was beautiful the way winter was beautiful. Sharp. Cold. The kind of beauty that didn't invite warmth.She had dark hair that fell to her waist, eyes like amber glass, and a smile that never reached them. In her hands was a clay bowl of something that smelled like herbs and meat."You must be hungry," Vara said. Sweet. Easy. "The Alpha forgets humans need feeding."Selene looked at the bowl. Then at Vara's eyes."That's kind of you.""We take care of pack." A pause so small most people would miss it. "Even guests."Guests. Not pack. Not protected. Guests could be asked to leave.Selene took the bowl. "Thank you."Vara's smile widened. "The full moon rises tonight. You should rest." Her eyes traveled slowly down Selene's body and back up. "You'll want your strength."
They left at dawn.The sky was pale gray, heavy with clouds that promised more snow. Selene stood at the tree line with a single bag over her shoulder, a change of clothes, the pouch Marta had given her, and nothing else. Six months of life in Blackthorn reduced to what she could carry.Dian waited beside her, his wounds bandaged beneath a dark coat. He'd healed overnight faster than any human should. Selene had watched him sleep, counted the gashes on his chest knitting closed, and decided not to ask questions she wasn't ready to hear answers to.Marta stood in the tavern doorway, arms crossed, face unreadable."You take care of her," she called. Not a request. A command.Dian inclined his head. "With my life.""See that you do." Marta's eyes met Selene's. "You come back, girl. You hear me?"Selene nodded, throat tight. "I will."She didn't know if it was true.Then they walked into the forest, and Blackthorn vanished behind them.The trees swallowed the light.Within minutes, the wo
Selene ran.Not because she wanted to, but becaus his voice carried a weight that moved her body before her mind could catch up. Run. The same word he'd written on her window. The same command that had haunted her dreams all night.But this time she understood.This time she felt what he felt. The shift in the air. The wrongness approaching through the trees. The hunger that wasn't his.Branches whipped at her face. Snow soaked through her boots. Her lungs burned with cold and fear and something else, something that urged her faster, faster, don't look back.Behind her, a snarl erupted. Not Dian's voice. Something else. Something that made her legs move faster than she knew they could.She burst from the tree line and kept running. Across the clearing. Toward the village. Toward lights and walls and safety.A scream tore through the night behind her. Animal. Human. Both.Selene stumbled, caught herself, looked back.She shouldn't have looked back.At the forest edge, Dian stood in his
Selene didn't sleep.She lay in her narrow bed above the bakery, staring at the ceiling, listening to the wind scrape branches against her window. Every creak of the old building made her flinch. Every shadow moving across her wall made her hold her breath.The word was still burned behind her eyes.RUN.She'd checked the window a dozen times before coming upstairs. Nothing. Just clean glass and her own reflection looking back at her: pale, shaken, eyes too wide.But the claw marks had been real. She'd felt them under her fingertips. Five faint lines etched into the frost, gone now, but real.And the howl.That sound. Low and mournful and somehow familiar, like a voice she'd known in a dream. It had crawled inside her chest and wrapped around her ribs and stayed.Selene pressed her hand to her heart. It was still racing. Had been racing since the moment his eyes turned gold.His eyes.She sat up in bed, pulling the thin blanket tighter. Who was he? What was he? Men didn't have gold ey
Dian made it to the tree line before his knees hit the ground.The change ripped through him without permission: claws extending, jaw cracking, spine contorting in ways that should have killed a lesser wolf. He gripped handfuls of frozen earth and fought.Not here. Not where humans could see. Not where she might follow.The thought of her, the girl with honey-brown hair and eyes that held secrets even she didn't know, sent another wave of fire through his veins.MINE.The word wasn't his. It was the wolf's. Ancient. Primal. Unstoppable.Dian pressed his forehead to the cold ground and breathed until his bones settled back into place. Until his hands were hands again. Until the fur receded and the fangs withdrew and he could think like a man instead of a beast.The snow beneath him had melted from the heat of his transformation. Steam rose around his body. He lay there, chest heaving, and stared at the stars through the bare branches.He hadn't felt this in thirteen years.Not since th
The man in the corner hadn't touched his ale in three hours.Selene noticed him the moment he walked in. Impossible not to. He moved in a way that made other men make space without realizing: shoulders too broad, presence too heavy, eyes the color of winter sky just before snow. The kind of eyes that had seen things. The kind of hands that had done things.Now he sat in shadow, watching.Not her specifically. The room. The doors. The windows. Every few minutes, his gaze swept the tavern like he expected something to burst through and needed to be ready.Selene wiped down the bar and tried to ignore the way her skin prickled when her back was to him."You're staring again."Marta's voice made her jump. The older woman raised an eyebrow, gray-streaked hair escaping her bun as she hauled a tray of glasses. At fifty-two, Marta had run the Blackthorn Tavern for thirty years. She'd seen everything. Feared nothing. Except, apparently, Selene's poor life choices."I'm not staring. I'm observi







