LOGINThe front door slammed open at 3:47 AM.Eliana Hale jolted awake, her heart pounding. She heard heavy footsteps in the hallway. Labored breathing. A low grunt of pain.She threw off the covers and rushed out of the bedroom.Marcus was leaning against the wall, his hand pressed to his shoulder. Blood seeped through his fingers, staining his jacket dark red. His face was pale. His eyes were wild."Marcus!" Eliana rushed to his side. "What happened?""Damien." The name came out like a curse. "He's alive. He attacked us in the woods."Eliana's blood ran cold. "Damien Cross? That's impossible. He died in the fire.""Apparently not." Marcus winced as she helped him to the couch. "He's been hiding. Waiting. Building an army."Eliana's hands trembled as she grabbed the first aid kit. "An army of what?""Wolves." Marcus's voice was hollow. "He's been biting students. Turning them. Building a pack right under our noses."Eliana froze. "Students?""Vance Rourke." Marcus met her eyes. "He's one o
Vance woke with a start.His heart was pounding. His skin was slick with sweat. The wolf was pacing beneath his skin, restless and hungry.But it wasn't the wolf that had woken him.It was the feeling.The feeling of being watched.He sat up, scanning the darkness. His apartment was empty. The curtains were drawn. The door was locked.But the feeling wouldn't go away.He's out there, the wolf whispered. The hunter. He's coming.Vance's blood ran cold.He doesn't know yet, he told himself. He can't know.But the wolf wasn't convinced.He knows. He's always known.Vance grabbed his phone. 7:47 AM the sun slowly brighting up the Saturday morning.He needed to divert his attention, so he texted Jeff .---The diner was empty when Vance arrived.Jeff was already there, nursing a cup of coffee. He looked up when Vance walked in, his face etched with concern."You look like hell," Jeff said."Thanks." Vance slid into the booth across from him. "I couldn't sleep.""Nightmares?""Worse." Vance
Vance woke up feeling like his skin was on fire.The morning sun streamed through his window, but instead of warmth, it seemed to burn against his skin. Every nerve in his body felt exposed, every muscle wound tight beneath his skin. The wolf was restless.Tonight, it whispered inside him. Tonight, I run free.Vance pressed his palms against his temples. "Not tonight. Not ever."You can't stop me. You've been fighting for weeks, Vance. Tonight, you lose.He stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom. His reflection stared back at him—pale, gaunt, dark circles under his eyes. But it was his eyes that terrified him most.Gold. Brown. Gold. Brown.Vance gripped the edge of the sink. I'm losing control.---School was a blur.Vance walked through the hallways like a ghost, his senses on overdrive. Every sound was too loud. Every scent was too sharp. He could hear whispers from three classrooms away. He could smell the fear coming off the freshmen who'd just been shoved into lockers.The wo
The old water tower loomed against the midnight sky like a skeletal finger pointing at the moon.Vance stood at the base of it, his heart pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears. The wind howled through the rusted metal legs, carrying the scent of damp earth and something else. Something wild. Something familiar.You shouldn't have come.The voice wasn't his.It came from inside him. The wolf. Restless. Hungry. Afraid.Turn back. Go home. Before it's too late.Vance ignored it.He'd made his choice. He'd come this far. He wasn't turning back now."Hello, Vance."The voice came from behind him. Smooth. Calm. Controlled.Vance spun around.A figure stepped out of the shadows. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Golden eyes gleaming in the darkness like twin embers.Damien Cross.Up close, he was even more imposing. His face was angular, weathered, marked by years of hardship. His presence radiated power—ancient, dangerous, undeniable."So you came," Damien said, a faint smile playing on his l
The bathroom tiles were ice beneath Vance's knees. He barely reached the restroom before collapsing beside the sink, his chest rising and falling in frantic gasps. Every sound in the school crashed into him at once the dripping faucet, footsteps echoing in the hallway, distant laughter, even the steady rhythm of heartbeats beyond the walls. Every scent flooded his senses until he thought his skull would split open. Beneath his skin, the wolf prowled like a caged predator, growing more restless with every passing second. He'd excused himself mid-lecture, muttering something about feeling sick. Lyra had watched him go, concern written across her face. He'd seen it in the way her hand had reached for him, hesitated, then fallen back to her desk.Now he was here. Alone. On the floor. Fighting for control.Let me out.The voice wasn't his. It came from somewhere deep inside his chest. Primal. Ancient. Hungry.Run, Hunt, Feed, The cage is breaking."No." Vance pressed his palms against his
Jeff found Vance in the hallway before first period, leaning against a row of lockers with dark circles under his eyes. One look at him was enough to tell something was wrong."Dude." Jeff grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the passing crowd. "You look like death warmed over."Vance rubbed his tired eyes. "I didn't sleep.""Still thinking about the hunter?"Vance nodded. "His name is Marcus Hale. Lyra's father." Saying the name aloud made the memories even more vivid. "He's the one from the woods, Jeff. The one with the crossbow. He saw me yesterday."Jeff's expression immediately turned serious. "Did he say anything when he picked Lyra up yesterday?""He just stared at me," Vance replied, replaying the encounter in his mind. "Like he was trying to remember where he'd seen me before. Then I overheard him telling Lyra to stay away from me."Jeff let out a slow breath. "Okay... that's bad. But does he know you're a werewolf?""No," Vance answered quietly. "Not yet.""Then that's o







