The sun had set hours ago, plunging the forest outside my window into absolute darkness.

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the black glass. I had locked the door. I had wedged a chair under the handle. But after what Cindy had told me in the diner, I knew a wooden chair wouldn't stop a wolf.

In here, you are mine.

Lucien’s voice echoed in my head. I shivered, wrapping my arms around myself. It should have terrified me. Being "owned" by a monster. But God help me, it didn't. It ...