Naeva Quinn

Things were getting too difficult—far more serious than I had imagined. First, it was the howls I kept hearing at night, in dreams, always like warnings for just me. And now, a bite mark?

“No…” I whispered into the silence, shaking my head, like denial could take the reality away. “I must find answers. If the boys won’t tell me, then I’ll find out by any means necessary. I can't be in the dark anymore."

The room is still dark, shadows filling every corner like ...