Elise Thorn hated school.
Not because of the reasons normal people would: the crazy deadlines, the overbearing teachers, or the enormous workload. It was because school reminded her of the one thing she had always tried to forget. Archview High was a high school situated in the town of Archview, a small town located at the seaside. At first glance, one would expect the small town to be like any other, but it held supernatural secrets: humans who shared genetic codes with wolves. They roamed everywhere, hiding in plain sight to the otherwise normal people of Archview. They were on the streets, in the supermarkets, even in churches They were called werewolves. And Elise was one of them. Except, she was different. The wolves had a hierarchy of power. The strongest remained at the top, acquiring the best social status and political power within Archview, while the bottom feeders were the laughing stock. There were three clans in total, the Silverdrew clan, the Nightbloom clan, and the Everglade clan. The three clans were all headed by the wolf with the highest social status and purest wolf blood among them all: the Lycan Alpha. But unlike the Alpha, there were werewolves that hadn’t quite unlocked their full wolf at all. It was like they didn’t even have one. They were called Omegas, and that was exactly what Elise was. Elise didn’t belong to pack as far as she knew. She was an orphan, not having any memory of her parents apart from the crescent necklace her mother had left to her, which she fiddled with whenever she was anxious. She had wanted to have a taste of normalcy by enrolling at Archview high under the guardianship of her aunt, but just like anywhere else in the small town, Archview was crawling with werewolves. Even as she walked down the hallway and saw Becky and her squad approaching, she knew this day would be like any other. “If it isn’t the worthless underling.” Becky said with a flick of her blonde hair. She undoubtedly had a pretty face, but the heavy make-up she put on made her look more like an evil witch. Elise already turned to leave, her books still cradled in her arm, but she quickly found herself surrounded by the gang. Becky Everglade, as her surname would suggest, was the daughter of Roland and Tasha Everglade and the heiress to the Everglade pack. She was the prize, carrying a social status that most werewolves could only dream of. Rumours had it that even the Alpha had eyes for her. Of course she’d be a stuck up bully. “Hey, I’m talking to you.” Becky snapped her fingers in Elise’s face. “I still wonder why an underling such as yourself won’t just go join your kind in the pack house. My packhouse personally needs a maid. Why don’t you make yourself useful?” Elise was much too used to this routine, she turned away and tried to wriggle her way out of the situation, but the girls huddled closer, blocking her path. “Principal Birne went for a staff meeting outside school. No one is coming to your rescue today.” Becky and her girls came closer. Elise suddenly found herself in a tight squeeze. Students passed by like nothing was happening. Of course, no one would dare double cross Becky. Not humans, not even werewolves. Before Elise knew what was happening, she was shoved to the ground. Her books and papers spilled to the floor, and Becky’s squad kicked and stomped at them till they were nothing but scrap. “You really think you deserve to breathe the same air I do, Omega girl?” Becky kicked her in the chest, and Elise found herself flying to the far end of the hallway. Werewolves like Becky had unnatural strength, and a wolfless Omega like Elise was certainly no match for her. All she could do was shuffle backwards while the gang walked slowly towards her, their irises flashing a dangerous yellow. “When you heard I was enrolled in this school, you should have ran away with your tail between your legs. But you stayed, and I have tolerated your obnoxious presence for long enough.” Becky came within talking distance of Elise and spread her palms, her werewolf claws sprouting from the tip of her fingers. Her fangs grew out as she flashed Elise a devilish smile. Elise’s heart skipped a beat. She never knew Becky could take it this far. With lightning speed, her claws came at Elise’s throat, slicing towards her exposed neck in a dangerous arc. Elise braced herself for impact, her eyes shut in anticipation of what seemed to be her demise. She expected enormous pangs of pain and the gush of blood, but it never came. Elise opened her eyes to see a hand latched around Becky’s wrist, restraining her claws which were already fatally close to her neck. She looked up to see Luka. “How dare you?” Becky said as Luka shoved her arm away. She had been momentarily shocked but quickly regained herself at the sight of her brother. “Do you realise what I just stopped you from doing?” Luka responded. “Why didn’t you just let me teach her a lesson?” “You would’ve killed her, Becky.” Becky’s eyes widened in a bit of shock, but the look of malice quickly took over. “And so what? She doesn’t deserve to be here in a school with us. She needs to know her place. I don’t know why you always have to get in my way!” Becky yelled as she shoved past Luka and stomped down the hallway, her girls following her closely behind. Luka sighed in exasperation, as he looked in the direction of his departing sister. Luka Everglade, unlike his older sister, was responsible and less reckless. When he saw his sister about to make what seemed to be the biggest mistake of her life out of pride and ego, he knew he had to stop her. An unwritten rule of the pack was to never kill another werewolf as a werewolf yourself. Even though Omegas weren’t fully werewolves, they were still among the pack. Luka knew his sister didn’t exactly mean to kill Elise. Normally, a slice to the throat wouldn’t have been enough to kill a werewolf, only scare them or cause a bit of pain, but his sister had been too foolish to realise that Elise was a lowly omega with no wolf. She would’ve most likely died from that attack, just like a human would’ve. “Are you okay?” Elise was drawn out of her thoughts to see Luka’s outstretched palm. She took it and he hoisted her up. “Thank—“ “Don’t”. Luka interrupted her before she could express her gratitude. Just like his sister, Luka sported blonde hair and blue eyes with a pretty face that had most human and werewolf girls swooning. He was fairly tall, and seemed like a good person compared to his sister. But Elise knew he didn’t like her. He only helped her to keep his reputation intact. “Maybe you should consider leaving this school for good. Before Becky finally rips your throat out.” Luka said as he walked in the opposite direction. “What a jerk!” Elise thought to herself as she tried to salvage what was left of her books. People still passed by, werewolves shooting her glances of disgust and disdain, and humans rushing past like they were scared of associating with someone like her. Elise was already used to being an outcast, but she suddenly felt more emotional today. She had no real friends or family. As an orphan, she never even knew her parents, and her aunt, Thea, was arrogant and selfish just like every other person she knew. She had only even agreed to take care of Elise because she had no children of her own, and for someone who was barren, she had no love within her to give, so she poured her bitterness on poor Elise. The thought of going back home drained Elise. But sadly, she had to. One depressing environment to another. She thought.A distant rumble shivered across the Horizon Flats, a low vibration that reached even the bones. Elise paused on the threshold of the Oldwatch Cleft. Silver moonlight pooled behind her, illuminating the way she and Saelin had come. It lay ahead now, gaping like a wound in the earth—a passage between worlds, carved over centuries out of sorrow and stone.Saelin steadied herself on the edge. “Once we step through, it isn’t just paths and corridors…” Her voice trailed off. She rubbed her forearms. “It’s echoes. Things you feel before you see them.”Elise met her gaze steadily. “Then we’ll hold our breath till the echoes pass. Together.”Saelin nodded, lips pressed thin. She placed her hand on the rough stone of the archway. Elise did the same across from her, cold on callused sandalwood. They counted in their minds, shoulders squared, hearts beating the same rhythm—once, twice, their own private code.The air shimmered between them, rising and quivering like heat on desert rock. They
The fog over the southern ridge had teeth that morning.It clung to the evergreens like sorrow, winding through the cliffs, creeping toward the gates of the Everglade estate with purpose. Not fast. Not loud. But ancient. And very, very patient.Inside the estate, beneath the layered stone and vine-covered archways, Thea stood before her mirror, combing her hair with deliberate slowness. She had never been beautiful, not in the way noblewomen were expected to be. But there was something sharper than beauty about her. Something enduring. She wore grief like armor and suspicion like perfume.Thea had known Elise would become a danger.She just hadn’t expected it to feel this personal.A crow landed on the windowsill behind her. She didn’t turn. Didn’t need to. Its presence was enough.“Three sent from the northern watch,” she murmured. “None returned.”The crow cocked its head, as if listening.Thea set down her comb.“She’s calling them. Whether she knows it or not.”A pause. Then
The eastern wind howled through the valleys that night, dragging with it the scent of brine and burnt lavender. Not many knew the meaning of that scent anymore, but the old ones did. The Hollow was moving.Far from the southern cliffs of the Everglade estate, in the heart of the lower territories, a figure emerged from a covered caravan, boots pressing into the ash-dusted ground of what once was a thriving village. Now it was hollowed, too—walls scorched, windows empty, and silence blooming like rot in a field.The figure adjusted her cloak.No one greeted her. No one had survived.But that wasn’t why she came.Saelin stepped forward, her limbs aching but her eyes sharp. The healer’s daughter—once dismissed, once spared—had followed the pull she’d felt for weeks. The Between wasn’t just stirring. It was bleeding into the world again, leaking through old cracks. Someone had begun calling it.And not someone kind.She pressed her fingers to the ground, whispering a protection rite. But
The Everglade estate stood high above the southern cliffs, carved into a hillside where fog never fully lifted. The trees here were older than the council itself, their bark worn smooth by wind and history. The estate had no guards at its gates. It didn’t need any. Not when fear did the work of steel.Inside, the air was warm. Controlled. Polished.The scent of clove smoke lingered from the hearth, mixing with aged leather and old paper.Elder Everglade stood by the window in his study, one hand resting on the carved stone sill, the other swirling amber liquid in a crystal glass. His robes were unwrinkled, his hair combed back in an immaculate line, his bearing effortlessly noble.He didn’t turn when the doors opened behind him.“You’re late,” he said.“I’m cautious,” replied Elder Kion, stepping inside and pulling off his gloves. His tone was clipped, but respectful. “Being seen at your estate this close to a council crisis could raise suspicion.”Everglade smiled without warmth. “I
Thea had always believed in structure.In sharp lines. In the law. In the idea that discipline could tame chaos.But as she stood before the Hall of Elders that morning, she felt none of that control. Only the hum beneath her skin—a subtle dissonance, like something ancient was moving again beneath the world she’d built her life upon.“We must speak plainly now,” said Elder Kael, his robes soaked at the hem from the storm that had rolled in at dawn. “If the girl is in the Northwood, then she’s breached the outer veil.”Thea kept her arms folded. “She didn’t breach it. She was called.”Kael scoffed. “Romantic nonsense. We warned you she was unstable.”“She is not unstable,” Thea said, and her voice cut through the room like the edge of a blade. “She is unclaimed. That is different.”Elder Varya leaned forward, her silver hair tied in a knot, her fingers curled around the bone-carved staff she rarely used. “The Between has been silent for decades, Thea. You speak of it like it’s a road
Thea did not sleep that night.She sat by the hearth in her private quarters, a cup of untouched tea cooling in her hands, her cloak pulled tight around her shoulders even though the fire burned strong. Outside, wind scratched against the wooden panes like a restless animal. Somewhere beyond the wall, Elise was moving through forgotten lands, and though Thea didn’t admit it aloud—not to herself, not to the council—she knew the girl would not return the same.If she returned at all.A knock came at her door just before dawn. Two short taps, then one long.A warning. And a request.She rose without a word, unlocked the door, and stepped aside to let Kai enter. He looked like he hadn’t slept either—eyes rimmed in red, a shallow cut still fresh on his cheek, his coat dusted with frost.“She’s crossed into the Northwood,” he said quietly.Thea said nothing.Kai continued, “Joren tracked her as far as the ridge. Beyond that, the mist was too thick. He swears he saw something move in it.”