I didn’t move across the ocean to create a monster. I moved to escape one. After a brutal burnout in Paris, I leave everything behind. It starts with an ad. A random Instagram post I almost scroll past. “Win a house in Blackridge.” I don’t believe in luck. And yet—I click. A week later, I’m holding the keys to a house I never paid for. In a town I’ve never heard of. Blackridge is supposed to be quiet. Safe. Empty. It’s not. On my first day, I meet him. Cold. Controlled. Dangerous. The kind of man who looks at you like he already knows how you’ll break. That night, I hear the howling. Closer than before. Too close. Something about it feels wrong. Familiar. And when I step into the forest— I find the wolf. Injured. Bleeding. With the same electric blue eyes. I should walk away. I don’t. I bring it home. I name it. I write about it. And then— it disappears. He shows up. In my house. Bleeding. Looking at me like I belong to him. He’s not just a man. He’s an Alpha. And somehow—my words are changing him. Not controlling him. But pulling him closer. In this town, nothing is random. Not the house. Not him. And I’m starting to realize— I didn’t escape my life. I was brought here. And he wants me to keep writing. Because if I stop— everything might fall apart.