Chapter1:TheHowlThatCalledMe
Aria Blake stepped off the bus and into the fog-shrouded town of Silvermist. Cold air kissed her cheeks, and pine trees loomed like silent watchers.
She had no idea what pulled her to this place. Only that she felt it in her blood—like something ancient had whispered, Come home.
The townspeople stared as she passed. Whispers followed her. She was used to it. Ever since her parents’ mysterious car crash, people had looked at her like she carried a curse.
She arrived at her aunt’s house, an old cabin just at the edge of the forest.
That night, the dreams came.
A forest bathed in moonlight.
A silver wolf staring at her.
Eyes like fire. A deep, powerful voice echoing in her mind.
“You are mine.”
She woke up sweating, her heart racing. It wasn’t just a dream. She could feel it.
The bus rumbled away, leaving a trail of dust behind as Aria stood alone at the edge of Silvermist. The air here felt heavier, cooler, laced with the scent of pine and something… wilder. The town was small—barely a few rows of wooden shops and homes nestled beneath the towering trees—but something about it made her pulse quicken.
She adjusted her coat, gripping the single suitcase that held her life. Her aunt’s directions were simple: “Walk through town, head east. Follow the forest path until you see the cabin. It’ll know you.”
It’ll know me? Aria frowned. Weird, but then again, her aunt had always been the eccentric one. She hadn't seen her since she was a child.
As she walked, the townspeople watched her from behind curtains and shop windows. An old woman crossed herself. A teenager gasped and whispered something to her friend.
Aria’s heart thudded. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention. But something told her it wasn’t her appearance that shocked them—it was her presence.
The cabin sat deep in the woods, surrounded by fog and quiet. Its wood was weathered, but it stood strong, like it had been waiting. When Aria stepped onto the porch, the floorboards creaked beneath her feet, but the door swung open before she could knock.Inside, the place smelled of herbs, firewood, and old leather. Her aunt wasn’t home, but a note lay on the table:
“Welcome home, Aria. Rest. Don’t go into the woods after dark.
And if you hear the howl… don’t answer it.”
Aria blinked. “The howl?”
She shook her head. Maybe it was just an old superstition. Still, the warning sent a chill through her.
That night, the moon was full, glowing through her window like a spotlight on her bed.
Sleep didn’t come easy.
At first, it was the silence. No crickets. No owls.
Then came the sound.
A long, echoing howl that rose from the woods.
Low. Powerful. Heart-wrenching.
It wasn’t like anything she’d ever heard. It didn’t sound like an animal. It sounded… alive. Like it was calling to something buried deep inside her.
She sat up in bed, her breath misting in the cold air.
That’s when she saw it.
A pair of glowing eyes at the edge of the woods.Silver.Watching her.
And then Her heart answered.Not with a sound.
But with a pulse, like her soul recognized the creature staring at her. A tug in her chest, a heat in her skin, a whisper in her blood. "You are mine."She gasped, stumbling back from the window.And the moment she did… the eyes vanished.
she was shivering.
she cover her self with a duvet and began shivering
