THE SILVERTHORN PACK (A Werewolf Romance)

rthorn like a blade scraping bone, sharp and we

eral store, every instinct in her b

idn't know who to trust. And she

d, snatched a wooden cross from the

"Don't speak. And don't look

pening?" Ed

her into the rain-soaked alley. "Hurry," she hissed. "Find

didn't dare confirm were hers alone. Something moved in the mist to her right. She didn't look. Something howled again, closer now. It cut through her spine like ice water, long and guttural. Not just ra

c, with a single phrase circled in ink: "Weeping tree. Past the Hollow Path. Left at

wigs snapped. She ran. Trees closed in around her

ed. No wind. No movement. No sound. Just a single, twisted tree in a clearing, its branches curled downward like arms wringing themselves dry of sor

door creaked open before she touched it. Kad

u not to f

!" she sn

w the cross. The fear. The

he growled. Sh

m just as something massive sl

n. "Stay down. Don't speak." The growling on the other side wasn't like a wolf.

suddenly, it was gone. Not gone like

turned and walked to a rusted fireplace grate. He pulled something from undern

ared. It was marked with a symbol, th

t under

o know the truth, Eden. About Silver

up at him

an't protect you if you keep running

rke

writing. Kade Thorne returned tonight. The blood moon rises in three days

what?" Eden

book. "To rememb

wled again and something