us moved, the space between us charged with a tension I couldn't name. His eyes, dark and intense, seemed to pierc

to shake the unsettling feeling that Adrian had seen through my every thought. The cool air ou

at book. I needed answers-needed to know what it was that connected the strange

d book from my bag and setting it in front of me. It felt heavier now, as if the weight of the secrets inside had someh

t was in an archaic script, the language dense and formal, but I was able to piece together enough to understand the ge

o would play a key role in the fate of the pack. It was said that she would appear when the pack

an ancient bloodline? Was that why Adrian had seemed so on edge? Was he tr

s appearance would coincide with a series of strange, almost supernatural events-events that had already started hap

ere still so many gaps. Who was this woman? And why di

aded photograph had been slipped between the pages, as if someone had wanted to hide it. My fingers hesitat

he edge of a forest, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes staring directly at the came

ing as I took in the details. The

his couldn't be a coincidence. The resemblance was too uncanny, too precise

forth as my mind spun with questions. Was this woman tied to the prophecy? Was s

ng on the back, no date, nothing that could give me a clue about who she was. But the fact that the p

ext was frustratingly vague. There were only hints, veiled references to a powerful lineage, a family tied to the

ttling heavily in my chest. Was I tied to this pr

low, familiar sound drifted through the

ho

oo close. The sound echoed through the darkening streets, sending a shiver down my

below the horizon. But the howl lingered in the air, a reminder that wha

hotograph, the prophecy, the strange connection I felt to this town... it was all tied

rets of Crescent Falls weren't g

was this woman? And why did she look like me? Just as the thought formed in my m