Callan Grey, the stoic Alpha of the Silver Hollow pack, is haunted by responsibilities that chain him to tradition and duty. Raised under the shadow of his father's fierce legacy, Callan has embraced his role as protector, warrior, and leader of his people. Yet, every full moon, he feels the hollow ache of something missing, a connection he cannot find within his pack. Until one night, under the silver light, he hears a song-faint, mysterious, and achingly familiar. Liana Hale is no stranger to loss. Betrayed by those she once trusted, she roams alone, an exile from her former life. Her heart, once fierce and trusting, has grown wary and scarred. But something draws her to Silver Hollow, a village she's only heard whispers of. Hidden within the dense woods, the pack there is rumored to possess an Alpha with strength unlike any other. Yet when she arrives, she finds herself drawn to more than the tales of Callan Grey's strength-she's pulled to him in ways she can't explain. As Callan senses Liana's presence, he feels an undeniable pull toward her, something primal and overpowering. But the arrival of a rogue in Silver Hollow threatens to upend his carefully ordered world, especially when he discovers Liana's secret. Bound by tradition and sworn to protect his pack, Callan cannot simply welcome a rogue. But his heart warms with his duty, and his body responds to her call in a way that defies logic. Liana, too, feels the call of the Alpha, though she's reluctant to trust again. As they uncover each other's pasts, their connection grows stronger, but danger looms on the horizon. Callan's pack is threatened by outside forces, and ancient prophecies speak of a union that could change their fate. Caught between the love growing between them and the expectations of his role, Callan faces an impossible choice: to protect his heart or protect his people. Together, Callan and Liana will discover whether love can bridge the chasm between tradition and freedom, loyalty and desire. As tensions rise and the full moon draws near, will Callan risk everything to answer the Alpha's Song?
Under the pale glow of the full moon, the forest in Silver Hollow stood shrouded in a hushed, almost sacred silence. Shadows stretched across the twisted roots and dense underbrush, casting long, silvered shapes that flickered with each whisper of the wind. The air was crisp, charged with an energy that could only mean one thing-the hunt was close.
Callan Grey moved through the woods with quiet precision, each step careful, deliberate. Even in human form, he possessed the fluid grace of a predator, every muscle tuned to the rhythm of the wild. Tonight, something felt different. A faint sound, nearly indiscernible at first, reached his ears-a melody woven so softly into the forest's symphony that he almost missed it. It was haunting, pulling him deeper into the shadows.
He paused, listening, as the song wound its way toward him, a single voice in a language he couldn't place. There was an ache to it, a sadness that settled into his bones like a memory. Instinct prickled along his spine. He'd learned not to ignore these moments, those primal stirrings that were seldom wrong.
He drew in a steady breath, and for a moment, he questioned himself. Was this song real, or merely a trick of the forest, something conjured by his own mind on a restless night? But then it grew clearer, winding through the trees with an almost magnetic pull.
Tightening his jaw, he turned sharply and began moving toward the sound. As he slipped through the dense trees, the song grew stronger, more distinct. The notes rose and fell like waves against the shore, carrying with them a feeling he couldn't quite place-familiar yet foreign, like a half-remembered dream.
Then he saw her.
A woman stood in a small clearing, her back to him. Moonlight washed over her, illuminating a cascade of auburn curls that spilled down her back. She was humming, low and steady, her voice merging seamlessly with the night. She wore simple clothes-a dark tunic and pants that hinted at a life lived on the road-but she held herself with a defiant grace, like someone who'd learned to stand her ground.
Callan stopped at the edge of the trees, his eyes narrowing as he took in every detail. There was something unsettlingly familiar about her, a recognition he couldn't place. But one thing was clear-she didn't belong here. A rogue, by the look of her.
He stepped forward, breaking a twig underfoot. The sound was slight, but enough. She turned, and in an instant, her gaze met his. Green eyes, fierce and watchful, locked onto his, and for a heartbeat, neither of them moved.
"Who are you?" His voice came out rougher than he'd intended, and he held his stance, arms at his sides but ready to defend if necessary.
She didn't answer right away, her eyes measuring him with a guarded intensity that told him she was no stranger to confrontation. "Shouldn't you introduce yourself before demanding my name?" she replied, her tone sharp, with an edge of mockery.
His eyes narrowed further. "You're trespassing in Silver Hollow," he replied, his voice cold. "That alone is reason enough."
She tilted her head, the hint of a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. "Trespassing? Interesting word, considering the forest doesn't exactly belong to anyone."
"Except it does." He took a step closer, holding her gaze. "And you're in it."
For a moment, something flickered in her eyes-a hint of recognition, perhaps, or maybe it was defiance. Whatever it was, she didn't back down. Instead, she crossed her arms over her chest, her posture relaxed but unmistakably bold. "Fine, then. If introductions are so important to you-Liana Hale." Her voice softened, though the wariness remained. "Now, what's your excuse for spying?"
Callan's jaw tightened, resisting the tug of amusement that flickered at her tone. "I'm not the one singing in the middle of a pack's territory," he countered, voice edged with a warning. "Rogues don't last long here."
Her expression shifted, a shadow crossing her face, but she held his gaze. "I'm not looking for trouble," she replied, her voice quiet yet firm. "I'm just passing through."
"Passing through?" He raised an eyebrow, studying her face for any hint of deception. "In a place you shouldn't even know exists?"
She looked away for a brief second, breaking the intensity of her gaze. "I heard there was a pack hidden in these woods. Thought I'd see if the stories were true." Her eyes flicked back to his, challenging once more. "Now I know."
A muscle ticked in his jaw as he considered his options. Rogues were rarely allowed to wander freely in Silver Hollow. They were a threat-a risk he couldn't afford to take. Yet, something in her expression, the way she held herself with that guarded resilience, stayed in his hand.
"You have until dawn," he said finally, the words tasting like a compromise he hadn't meant to make. "After that, I'll make sure you're gone."
Liana's face didn't betray any surprise, but there was something softer in her eyes as she nodded. "Dawn, then." She turned away, resuming her song, a quieter tune this time, though its melody held a strange power as if calling him to stay.
But Callan didn't wait. He forced himself to step back, to leave the clearing and return to the shadows. Yet, the haunting strains of her voice followed him, lingering in his mind, stirring something deep within him he couldn't name.
As he moved through the forest, he knew this was only the beginning.
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