Born to a working class English family, Stacey was quiet and inward thinking, living life in her imagination. Stacey was the middle daughter of Rosanna and Tristan, who struggled financially to pay bills. Stacey's older sibling was Harry he was the rule breaker the one the parents thought would end up dead or in jail his relationship with Stacey had once been idyllic, until he had enough of Stacey following him around and grabbing attention from his mates, she stopped being cute and was annoying. Stacey's youngest sibling was Blu, Blu was the baby, and everyone lost their minds about Blu, that skin tone, those eyes & that hair. If power was held in the eyes, Blu would melt you with his. My place in the family was just to toe the line to be independent and not needy, speak when spoken to, and don't no matter what, be the course of ANY drama!! My parents had procreated three children they could barely afford, we had clothes from charity shops and never things that were high end fashion, I was the target of high school bullies and at home I felt invisible.

Chapter One: New Moon, New GirlThe town of Elmridge didn’t get many new arrivals, especially not in the middle of junior year. So when the girl with storm-colored eyes and a chipped suitcase stepped off the Greyhound bus, it was like a drop of red dye in a glass of water everyone noticed.Savannah Cross kept her headphones in, even though the music had long since died. The silence let her focus on the rhythm of her own footsteps and ignore the stares. She was used to moving used to being the mystery no one bothered to solve. But Elmridge felt different. Heavier. Like the air here was watching.She had barely made it past the edge of the school courtyard when she spotted them.Three of them. Lounging like a teenage boyband waiting for a photo op, each one annoyingly beautiful in his own way.The tallest Luca had a jaw that could have been cut from marble and a slouch that said he didn’t care who knew it. Jet-black hair, dark eyes, a lazy smirk playing on full lips. He watched her like he could already hear what kind of music she liked.Next to him was Jace, all golden-boy charm and dimples, laughing with his head tilted back, his shirt just tight enough to show muscle that didn’t belong to someone who skipped gym. His blond curls caught the sun like it owed him money.And then there was Rowan quiet, lean, coiled like a spring. His gray hoodie was pulled up despite the warm breeze, and his eyes pale green, almost too light locked onto Savannah’s like he knew her already.They weren’t normal. She didn’t need her usual instincts to know that. Something about them buzzed against her skin, like static. Like danger.She should’ve kept walking.Instead, she turned.And Luca grinned.“Looks like the new girl found us,” he said.“Or maybe,” Jace added, walking toward her with a glint in his eye, “we found her.”Rowan didn’t speak, but the corner of his mouth quirked up just a little as if he could smell the decision she hadn’t even made yet.Savannah didn’t flinch. She met their eyes, one by one, and tilted her chin higher.“Let me guess,” she said. “You three think you're trouble.”Luca stepped closer. Close enough for her to catch the scent of something wild beneath the cologne something like pine, rain, and blood.“We don’t think,” he murmured. “We know.”And for the first time in a long time, Savannah smiled.Because maybe she was looking for trouble too.