Yuki Maeda Novels & Stories

“Who the hell are you?” He smiled faintly, as if amused by her fire. “I am Maeron.” The name didn’t mean anything to her. And yet, something about it clawed at her memory, like a word she’d once heard in a forgotten dream. “You’re not a wolf,” she said, taking a step back. “You’re not human either.” “No,” he replied simply. “I’m not.” Serena’s wolf bristled. Her senses sharpened, every instinct telling her to run, to shift, to fight—but her body remained still, locked between terror and fascination.