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What Wakes in the Dark
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2025-12-06 21:38:12
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TO LOVE A WOLF Bloodline Echoes
The forest was too quiet. Not peaceful — calm in the way a battleground falls silent after the last body drops. Clara could still taste the gunpowder in the air, still feel the fading tremors in the ground where wolves and hunters had clashed. But then, in these parts of the woods where she and Ash stood, there was only the distant wind and the frantic pounding of her heart. Ash didn't release her face for a long moment. His hands were warm, gentle, rough in all the places that told her he'd just come from a fight. His silver eyes searched hers, as if he were trying to anchor himself. Or anchor her. "Clara," he whispered again. "You've awakened." She shook her head slowly. "I didn't do it on purpose." "Awakening never happens on purpose." His thumb brushed a smear of dirt from her cheek. "It happens under pressure. Stress. Near-death." A beat. "Or destiny." Her pulse jumped. "Don't say that." "It's the truth." "But I'm not— Ash, I'm not meant for this. I'm not meant to be— whatever Ro
TO LOVE A WOLF What Wakes in the Dark
Clara didn't stop running until her lungs prayed for mercy. The cold night air sculpted itself into her throat with every rustle, sharp and cautioning, but she forced her legs to keep moving. The forest was a blur of shadows and silvered branches, the moon slicing strips of light across her path. Leaves slighted her legs, roots snared her shoes, and the earth sounded to cock beneath her as she plunged deeper into the forestland. Behind her, the Hollow had erupted into a storm. Wolves howled — not the creepy, distant kind she'd heard in the city, but the ripping, furious kind that bucketed in her bones. Men cried. The metallic crack of rifles shattered the night. She could hear bodies colliding, teeth snapping, the unmistakable sound of meat and muscle meeting force. The world behind her sounded like it was breaking. Like a war she never donated to, it had eventually set her up. She stumbled over a departed branch, caught herself, and pressed on. Her heart pounded briskly
TO LOVE A WOLF Blood and Paper
The shot made the world small and raw. Clara felt it like a physical hit, as if the night had punched her chest. People shouted, boots cracked the dirt, someone screamed a name Clara didn’t know. Ash shoved her behind a low rock before she could think and the air smelled like copper and wet wood and fear.She could hear the hollow turn into a cave of voices. Ronan barked orders—sharp, low, every word a command. Pack members split, some moving toward the sound, some pulling in to form a shield. Clara’s hands were cold and steady the way they become in a hospital when you do what must be done.“Where?” she shouted, voice thin.“There!” someone yelled. A figure stumbled into the ring of firelight—Callahan, maybe, or the leader—she wasn’t sure until the man hit the dirt and the paper fluttered from his hand. The bearded man who had brought the folded note lay crumpled near the edge, blood dark on his jacket. He blinked at the sky like a man who had been given the wrong script.Clara moved
TO LOVE A WOLF The Hollow's Vote
Clara walked with her hands empty and her heart full of knives. Every step to the Hollow felt like a step away from the life she had chosen and toward a life other people had already written. She kept her gaze low, watching the dirt under her boots, letting the sound of leaves and their feet drown the way her chest wanted to jump.Ash stayed at her side like a shadow that could become armor. His hand found hers once and squeezed, and the squeeze said more than words. He was quiet the whole way. He had that look now—the look of a man waiting for a verdict he already feared.Ronan led them through the trees with the calm of someone carrying a plan. The Hollow opened slow and wide, trees like pillars and moonlight pooling on the ground. A fire burned in the center, a neat ring, and when Clara stepped closer she could see faces in the dark—pack members sitting in a circle, eyes reflecting the flames. They looked older than their years in ways Clara couldn’t name. They all turned when she
TO LOVE A WOLF The Mill and the Sharp Truth
Clara's mouth felt dry. The moon made the mill look older than it was. Ronan stood in the open like he had been carved into the night. His boots were mud-dark. He did not smile. He just watched them, slow and sure, as if he had all the time in the world.“You should not be here,” Ash said, but his voice was thin. He kept his hand near the knife at his belt.Ronan’s eyes flicked to the tin in Ash’s arms. “You were sloppy,” he said. “Hiding something you do not understand.”Clara stepped forward before she thought. She had plans, small and bright, that someone else could ruin. “We were trying to protect evidence,” she said. “We thought the mill was safe.”Ronan watched her like he measured her. “You thought wrong,” he said. “People with power watch what others ignore. The mill is not free of eyes.”“Why would you come here?” Ash asked. “Are you hunting us or protecting us?”Ronan’s look slid to Ash like a blade. “Both,” he said. “I came to see what you had. To see whether this ledger is
TO LOVE A WOLF The Evidence We Keep
Morning came thin and chalky. Clara woke with damp in her hair and the smell of last night's rain still clinging to the wood. Ash was not on the chair. A folded blanket and a smear of mud told her he had moved in the dark. The cabin felt small and urgent.She boiled water and made coffee with hands that moved like old muscle memory. Dr. Wells had gone to make calls. Mara would come at noon. They had a plan, small and brittle: gather proof, hide it, get a lawyer who wouldn’t blink. The idea of tucking pieces of truth into holes in the world felt important and ridiculous at once.Ash returned with a small box and looked like he had walked through cold. He set the box on the table and opened it. Inside were a matchbook from a bar the leader used, a torn corner of a ledger with names and dates, and a scrap of paper with an address. They were dirty and honest.“Where did you get this?” Clara asked.“Old hunters' cache,” Ash said. “Places they think no one will look. I watched the leader me
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