Seducing My Werewolf Hockey Captain

~ Gwen ~I arrived in RavenBane with two suitcases, a broken heart I refused to acknowledge, and absolutely zero idea what I was getting myself into.The city looked nothing like Boston. Boston was bright and loud and had the city vibes. RavenBane was... quieter. Greener. Like someone had taken a perfectly normal city and tucked it inside a forest. Everything had this strange stillness to it that made me feel like I was being watched.I told myself it was just the grief messing with my head.My parents died three weeks ago. A road accident in Boston that was so bad the police advised us not to look at the bodies. I didn't cry at the funeral. I didn't cry at the airport. I didn't cry when I boarded the plane alone with two suitcases and a one-way ticket to a city I had never heard of, to live with an aunt I had never met. I was fine. Totally fine.Aunt Anne was waiting for me at the arrivals section holding a little sign with my name on it.She was tall, pretty in a sharp kind of way,

~ Gwen ~I woke up to faces hovering over me, all staring down with varying levels of concern and curiosity. The ceiling above them was unfamiliar and the floor beneath me was hard and cold and I had absolutely no idea how I had gotten there."Her eyes are fluttering, she's awake," someone said."Give her space, move back." That was Elodie. I recognised her voice before I could fully focus on her face. She was pushing people away from me with both hands and honestly it was the best thing she could have done because the crowd had been about three seconds away from suffocating me completely.I sat up slowly. My head felt like it was full of wet sand."What happened?" I asked, pressing my palm against my temple.Then the memories came back all at once. The rink. The fight. The growling. The way their bodies had changed shape like it was nothing, like bones were meant to rearrange themselves in public, like two boys becoming two massive wolves in the middle of a hockey game was just a re

~ Yates ~I have lived in RavenBane for twenty years and I have never lost control of anything.Not my wolf. Not my emotions. Not the space around me. Control was the first thing my father taught me and the one thing I had never questioned. In a city full of werewolves where everyone was always feeling everything loudly and shifting at the slightest inconvenience, I was the one who stayed still. Steady. Unbothered.That was my thing.So what happened in that science lab — the feeling that shot through my hand the second my skin made contact with hers — I was not prepared for it. At all.It lasted less than two seconds. I put my hand over her mouth to stop her from screaming and something moved through my palm like a current. Warm and sharp and completely unfamiliar. Jack, my wolf, went absolutely insane. He had been restless since the moment I first saw her on that verandah — which was already annoying enough — but the second I touched her, he stopped being restless and started being

Chapter 7: The truth about everything~ Gwen ~The second Yates left, the room felt about ten degrees colder.I stood there in the middle of my bedroom with Aunt Anne still in the doorway, my heart still racing from being that close to him, my brain still trying to process the fact that I had just been rescued by a werewolf who apparently hated me but had broken into my house to fight off an intruder anyway.Nothing made sense.Actually, nothing had made sense since I arrived in this city, but tonight had taken it to a whole new level of confusion. A werewolf had broken into my house. Another werewolf had saved me. I had pretended to be unconscious while watching them fight. And then I had ended up pressed against Yates Underwood's chest in a way that made my entire body feel like it was on fire.I pressed my palms against my face and took a deep breath."Uhm, Aunt Anne," I started, turning to face her properly. "I just had the most terrible day of my life."She stared at me, genuinel

Chapter 9: Preparing for war~ Gwen ~It had been four days since my first day at college and I was genuinely scared of going back.Four days of hiding in Aunt Anne's house, eating her nice meals, crying at random intervals, and trying to process the fact that my entire existence was apparently a lie.Aunt Anne had spent those four days briefing me on everything.My parents. Their rebellion. The wolfsbane they had used to make their wolves dormant. The fact that I was technically a werewolf but also completely not because whatever they had done to themselves had apparently passed down to me.I also told her about the intruder, which had bothered her more than I expected. She made calls, asked questions, walked the perimeter of the house three times checking for scents I could not smell. Whoever that wolf had been, they were not supposed to be there. And the fact that they had targeted me specifically was concerning."You are a dormant werewolf," Aunt Anne had explained on day three, s