THE SILVERTHORN PACK (A Werewolf Romance)

gers tightened around the steering wheel, knuckles blanching whit

t had turned an unnatural shade of iron. Her headlights carved through the mist in thin

ed small in the cocoon of the car, like an intruder

before it's too late. That was six months ago

ones online. And now here she was, chasing ghosts

too often, folded in creases. Beside it sat her cell phone, screen black and lifeless.

It bolted across the road just beyond the next bend. Eden slammed on

orld blurred around her-trees, fog,

of metal, the snap of a branc

d against the undercarriage like fingernails. Her breath came fas

rehead trickled down her temple. She tried the door

hrough the mist and broken windshield. Tall. Lean. Eyes that glo

oser. Slowly. As if it had all the time in the world. The ra

ure if it had vanished or if h

a room that smelled of cedar, moss, and something coppery beneath it all. It wa

gone. Her jeans torn. Her ankle wrapped in a tight bandage. She

dows clung to him even with the firelight. His hair was black, damp from the rain, and a jagged scar slashed from his cheek

ad," he said. "You-

aw me

led yo

've called

r out." "Then take

"There isn't one.

lancing around

y. His gaze flicked toward the

r. "Silverthorn? This-this pla

g as her ankle protested. "I need to call someone. I w

didn't change, but

ed. "Said she was in Silverthorn. Th

ve contacted you,

at suppose

scar on his jaw again. "People come to Silverthor

h, strong, warm and despite the cold seeping in from the window cracks. She looked up at him, to

he didn't want to be there.

ur name?"

"Kade," he said

t diary entry had mentioned a Thorne. The Thorne boy is

you?" she

lor, but in weight. "You don't want to know," he said.

d that she was in danger from the town, from the man, from the truth clawing at the edges of her memory. She limped toward the win

Just a dark shirt, jeans, and something heavy on h

but she shoved her feet in anyway. The pain in her ankle flared white-hot, but she ignore

ng trees, a few broken street lamps, and a main street that looked abandoned. No cars. N

istance. It wasn't Kade. It was a woman, standing in the doorway of

n't be out,

Vanessa Vale?

in tension, in the way a deer might freeze befo

es

ped aside. "Co

he woman poured tea without asking and set it in front of her. "Vanessa was my f

The woman didn't answer. "Where is

"If you want to survive this town, d

human. The woman paled. She handed Eden a slip of paper. "Find the

?" Eden

e. Then, quietly: "Because you have h

e was, the lights flickered