t herself in the creative process, the world outside her studio fading away as she poured her heart and soul into
Creek. The streets were quiet, the only sound the distant howling of wolves in the nearby forest
truths and forbidden desires. And tonight, she
g with anticipation. She had to finish her work and get ready
admire her handiwork. The colors seemed to pulse with life, the emoti
on, her escape from the secrets and lies that filled her life. She loved to paint,
n to wander to the night ahead. To Ryder, and the danger that came w
t Ryder was a werewolf, the alpha of the local pack. She knew that their relationship w
like a moth to flame, helpless to resist the passion a
hibiting her work. He had walked in, tall and confident, his piercing
body. She had tried to brush it off, to tell herself that she was just bei
had talked for hours, discussing art and music and life. Aria had f
nsure of what to make of the werewolf's advances. But Ryder had be
o a secluded spot in the woods, where he had revealed his true nature to her. Aria
rules that governed their world. He had told her that he was different, th
to his word. He had shown her a world of passion and excitement, of danger
She would meet Ryder at the old oak tree, a secluded spot in the woods where th
ps on hers. She loved the way he kissed her, the way he
k, that the pack could find out about their relationship at any moment. But she could
ment and anticipation. She knew that the night ahead would be filled with danger and p