wooden sign they had passed miles back, but her new home was still nowhere in sight. Her father, Mark Hayes, drove in silence, grippin
asked, her voice breaking
e clipped. He hadn't been himself since the
ractured. Mark had poured himself into work to keep the pain at bay, and Lyla was left to navigate the chaos of adolescence on her
him. "Why Silverwood of all places? This pl
tart," Mark muttered w
lain their choices. The truth was, she didn't want a fresh start. She wanted answers, answers about her mom's disappearance,
gly so. The main street consisted of a diner, a general store, a gas station, and a couple of other nondes
but her stomach tightened. The stares from the teenagers were i
ge of the forest, where a modest two-story house stood waiting. It was old
," Mark said as
Lyla lugged her suitcase upstairs and found her room at the end of the hall. It was simple just a bed, a dress
e sunlight barely pierced through the dense canopy, giving it a shadowy, mysterious qu
ad called fro
eld up a picture frame of the three of them from years ago. Her mom's
n your room," Mark said
ture of comfort and pain. She took the frame and nodded
his," he said, alre
ad had become a master at avoidance, dodging any conversa
t in shades of gold and amber, but the deeper she walked into the woods, the darker
ftly nearby, and the air was thick with the scent of pine and earth. For a moment, s
n
n around
ans
so. She took a cautious step backwards and tripped over a root, landing hard on th
eath h
fading light. It was easily the largest wolf she'd ever seen, its size almo
the wolf turned and bounded back into the
ell..." she
lverwood High. The school was even smaller than she'd imagined. Wal
h?" a voice s
rl with curly auburn ha
moved here,"
g a hand. "Welcome to Silverwood. We
etty obvious," Lyla
'll get used to the staring. Peo
omething was unsettling about the way some of the s
students was
eyes. He sat in the corner of the classroom, his gaze flickering to her only briefly before
Clara during lunch, nod
her voice. "That's Eli. He's... comp
hy
ons. Silverwood has its secrets, Lyla, and somet
k wolf haunted her. Against her better judgment, she g
heavier. As she walked, she felt the same pull as
and froze. Standing there, ba
?" he asked sharply, his
the same thing,
" Eli said, his tone softeni
not afraid of the dark if
ching hers. "You don't understand. There are
echoed through the trees. It was deep and
"You need to
hat's g
pped, his voice f
ss in his eyes. She turned and ran b
omething far beyond her understanding. A