The Werewolf Shifters' Haven

air inside was stale and cold and heavy with dust and memories she wasn't sure she wanted to relive. It was the same small, one-room space she remembered, but someho

chest tightened. She shouldn't be here, she thought, as if she'd stepped into a past she'd buried with her mother. After everything,

walked. She glanced around the room, upwards on the table where she once upon a time watched her mother's concoctions, the shelves still hold

. She could hear her mother's strained voice as she spoke low and soothingly t

mpty room, "Why didn't

e thought away. It wasn't time f

nk, things her mother had probably forgotten to throw away. Calla continued to dig, digging more frantically by th

ation bubbled in her chest and threatened to spill. She'd hoped this place would have ans

h was raised slightly, making it noticeable. Calla frowned and leaned forward to brush t

ap. So she grunted and pried the board loose until she revealed a hollow space beneath. She got her

l was leather-bound, its edges worn and cracked with

s neat script, which she had seen before, filled the first few pages. The m

ff the blur and

ening. The Eclipse

clans' divisions pre

mong us. Ob

but her mother had written about it as if it was the most essential thing i

this?" sh

page, and the words

irs. It watc

same name the elders had whispered after Elder Theron disappeared. The same

was coming somehow. Why hadn't she sa

ds, the pages said, but the instructions were incomplete, the words muddling into smudges and scratches of bla

pages. It was a small scrap of paper, a hastily sketched map. Calla recognized the landmark

ands were an expanse of shadow, and the air was heavy with decay. I

ad, and her hands trembled in fro

se Stone

ed, 'What d

a faintest prickle of fear curling in her chest. Something terrible had been coming, as my mother

floorboards as she stood. The words on the page swam in h

d Calla have to take the responsibility alone? Wh

nds were full of questions-and danger, in her mind-and loomed as a dark sha

e wind battered the walls of the cottage, louder now than ever

find? Was she walking straight in

the night, her hand tightened on the journal.