One month later…
Spring Hollow had always been a town rich with history, both in its cobblestone streets and in the bloodlines that ran through it. Supernatural or not, the town held an eerie beauty, one that carried the weight of centuries past. And now, as winter melted into spring, the town—and the pack—was slowly beginning to breathe again.
One month had passed since the chaos, the fights, the accusations.
One month of relative peace.
It felt unnatural, almost eerie, like the stillness before a storm.
The high school was alive with energy, buzzing with the anticipation of the senior year’s final stretch. In this town, senior year wasn’t just about studying—it was about tradition, about cementing a legacy before moving on. The Spring Hollow High faculty had already begun preparatio
