THE SILVERTHORN PACK (A Werewolf Romance)

of the general store, every instinct in her body screaming to run. But to where? She didn't know this place. She didn't know who to trust. And she didn't know what ma

wigs snapped. She ran. Trees closed in around her-closer, tighter, limbs tangling like fingers. The path narrowed until it was no more than deer trail. Her coat snagged on a branch. She tore free. Then-suddenly-silence. The forest just... stopped. No wind. No movement. No sound. Just a single, twisted tree in a clearing, its branches curled downward like arms wringing themselves dry of sorrow. Moss hung from its limbs like tattered veils. At its base: a house. Half-swallowed by the earth, built of stone and old grief. The weeping tree. Eden stumbled toward it, chest heaving. The door creaked open before she touched it. Kade stood there. Soaked. Barefoot. Eyes feral. "I told you not to follow me." "I didn't!" she snapped. "I-" His gaze raked over her. Saw the cross. The fear. The truth in her trembling hands. "Get inside," he growled. She didn't argue. He slammed the door behind them just as something massive slammed into it. Wood splintered. Eden screamed. Kade shoved her behind him, his entire body bristling with tension. "Stay down. Don't speak." The growling on the other side wasn't like a wolf. It was lower. Older. Like a voice that rememb