Born to burn

Silverton wasn’t supposed to change anything, but it changed everything.

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Phoenix Fay Blackwood is sixteen, scarred but not shattered. An orphan with a spine forged in fire and fists that know how to clench through pain. She doesn’t believe in fate. She doesn’t believe in family. And she sure as hell doesn’t believe in magic, but Silverton has claws.

A sleepy Oregon town hides ancient secrets that stir beneath the full moon. And when Phoenix stumbles into the crosshairs of two drop-dead gorgeous strangers, her world violently shifts.

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Dorian and Victor Thorne. Twins. Lycans. Heirs to the most dangerous Lycan pack in the U.S. One smirks like he owns the sun. The other glares like he swallowed the storm. And both of them? They look at her like she’s prey… or prophecy. She should run, but instead she aches when they speak her name.

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Under the masquerade, there’s more to Phoenix than blood and bruises. Her mother’s legacy whispers in her bones and her father’s wildness burns just beneath her skin. And this girl, this frightened, furious girl isn’t just human. Not anymore, nor she ever was.

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Now the real question isn’t if she’ll survive the twin Alphas’ obsession, but it’s who she’ll choose when the moon demands loyalty and lust demands everything else.

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Phoenix didn’t mean to stay late. She definitely didn’t mean to be the last girl in the locker room, steam still rising off the concrete, hair clinging to the back of her neck, shirt clinging tighter. But that’s when they found her. Dorian’s voice slipped in first, low, lazy, predatory.

„Careful, princess.” He murmured from behind, close enough that his breath warmed her neck. She turned narrowing her eyes at him.

„Keep looking at me like that, and I might forget we’re at school.” His fingers brushed the locker beside her. Not touching her, just reminding her he could. Victor’s voice came from the other end of the row. Quieter, but thicker with heat.

„Don’t tease Dorian. He just wants to taste you little doll.” She turned at him. Victor was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, eyes black as sin.„Hmm…I mean, bend you over that bench.” He growled.

„And make you s.cream our names.” Phoenix raised her chin.

„Try it.” She said with confidence.

„But you better do it fast, before I’m bored enough to bite back.” Dorian grinned. That wolfish, slow-burn grin that said good girl, now fight me harder. He stepped closer, dragging his finger lightly along the zipper of her hoodie.

„Oh, sweetheart.” He whispered.

„Bite all you want.” Victor’s stare sharpened, his voice turning into a low growl.

„Just remember, we bite back.” Phoenix didn’t move. Didn’t blink, but her heartbeat? She could feel it echoing through her fingertips and they knew. Because both of them smiled. Like predators watching a meal choose to run…