Moonbound:prophecy of the werewolf

d: The Alp

: Welcome to

ing silence of my new life. I stared at the small cottage that was supposed to be home now-weathered

have loved

he accident, and I still expected to hear her voice calling f

derly neighbor, peered over the fence wit

ing a smile. "Just t

eone your age. Not many young folks around here anymore." Her gaze drifted toward the dense forest th

disappeared back into her house, leav

use in Portland, but it had character-exposed wooden beams, a stone fireplace, and b

inking a

ing, painting the sky in shades of amber and crimson. Through the kitchen window, I could see the forest Mrs. Che

when I

oosebumps along my arms and made something primal inside me respond-not with fea

o the darkness between the trees. For just a moment, I could h

left wondering if grief was f