Chrystie Kilbourn-Terry
Raven Hollow sits quiet under the mist, the kind that never quite lifts from the streets. Folks here have a way of keeping their stories close, and the woods at the edge of town hold onto their secrets. People learn early not to ask too much of the land, or each other.
Evelyn Blackwood keeps to the edges, running her grandmother’s apothecary on Main Street, where the bell above the door rings for folks who need her help but never linger long. She stays for her grandmother, and maybe for the hope that one day she’ll belong here, if the town ever lets her. Most days, she gives out remedies and listens to the quiet between words.
Lucas Stone wears two faces in Raven Hollow: sheriff by day, pack leader when the moon is high. He walks the line between the law and the old ways, never quite belonging to either. His brother’s absence lingers like a shadow, and trust comes slowly, even with those closest to him. When things start to go missing old things the kind folks whisper about—eyes turn his way. In a town where grudges run deep, it doesn’t take much for suspicion to settle in.
Stories in Raven Hollow have a way of circling back, especially the ones folks would rather forget. Evelyn and Lucas find themselves drawn into something old, something that’s always been part of the town’s bargain. Here, secrets don’t stay buried for long, and the land remembers every promise made. With trust running thin and the past pressing in, they have to decide what they’re willing to risk for the town, for the pack, and for each other.
In Raven Hollow, love offers shelter, but secrets always come with a cost.
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