The Wolf Mark

r of her thoughts. The things Marcus had told her-the Duvall bloodline, the curse, the wolves-they were too much to absorb in such a short amount of time, yet they co

every passing hour. She knew that she couldn't just sit there, hiding from the trut

s time. Instead, he just stepped inside, his dark eyes scanning the room before locking onto hers.

l here," he

None of it. And yet, she was in too deep now to turn back. She couldn't let her

an she felt. "You told me I was the last of the Duvalls

I didn't want you to get involved in this, Amber. It's danger

t the truth. My aunt left me this house, and I'm not going to j

meone who can help. You won't get the answers you're looking for here, but you will find them at the old church.

ing building on the outskirts, surrounded by overgrown trees. It had an air of forgotten history,

" she asked, curiosity n

s... been living in the town longer than anyone knows. She has information about y

in her chest. "You don

tory of her own. She's not someone you should take lightly. And

ing back now. If she was going to survive, she had to understand what had hap

the town, Marcus drove Amber through the narrow, winding roads that led deeper into the forest. T

hey made their way deeper into the woods. Amber couldn't help but feel like they were being wa

voice barely audible over the hum of the eng

make most people turn and run, but she doesn't speak much about it. What you need to understand, Amber, is that the Duvalls didn't just come to Shadow Creek to protect the town.

ow Creek, a feeling that had gnawed at her since her arrival. It wasn't just the wolves. It was the tow

old church. It looked even more ancient in the dim light, its stone walls cracked and covered in ivy, its steeple leaning preca

earing. "Stay close," he said, his voice low

ce that seemed to hang over everything. As they approached the church, the faint sound of rustling leaves re

inside was dark, with only a few faint beams of moonlight cutting through the broken

cascaded down her back, and her features were sharp and angular, like they had been carved from stone. Her eye

said quietly. "Thi

he finally spoke, her voice was low and stead

s never leaving Amber's face. "But be warned, chil

hat she was standing in front of the woman who held the key to

voice strong despite the fear creeping into

sen, Amber. Chosen to guard a secret that should never have been uncovered. The Duvalls were not just protectors. They

hat are you saying? Tha

ng before the settlers arrived. But they were cursed, transformed into creatures of the night.

peated, her voice hoarse.

the wolves break free, they will bring with them a darkness that will consume this land. And y

e first time, Amber realized the true gravity of the situation she was in. The wolves weren't just a threa

uld survive. It was whether she could