Chapter One – The Forest's Secret
The forest was alive with whispers that night. The wind moved through the trees like an ancient song, carrying with it the scent of prey and the promise of blood.
Ronan, the lone wolf, prowled under the silver light of the full moon. His pack had long since banished him—his heart too restless, his spirit too unwilling to bow. Tonight, however, it wasn't hunger that pulled him through the woods. It was something he could not name.
That was when he saw her.
She stood in a clearing where moonlight poured like a spotlight from heaven. Her skin was pale as frost, her hair cascading like shadows, and her eyes—red as spilled wine—locked onto his golden gaze.
A vampire.
Ronan should have snarled. He should have lunged, teeth bared, remembering the centuries of blood spilled between their kinds. Yet, instead, he froze. Something inside him cracked open. Not fear. Not rage. Something far more dangerous.
Desire
The vampire smiled faintly, as though she had read his very thoughts.
"You shouldn't be here, wolf," she whispered, her voice both warning and invitation. "My name is S
Ronan lowered his head, muscles tense, but his heart thundered louder than his instincts.
"I know," he murmured, surprising himself with the words. "But I couldn't stay away."
And so began the tale of a wolf cursed by loyalty, and a vampire cursed by eternity—two enemies bound by a love neither could resist, nor survive.