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Curse of the Wolf Moon

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Chapter 1 - The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Everwood hummed with its usual Saturday morning life. The crisp autumn air danced through the trees, sending a cascade of golden leaves pirouetting down to earth. Claire, owner of "The Book Nook," arranged a display of new releases, a satisfied smile gracing her lips. With its comforting scent of old paper and the inviting jumble of stories, her bookstore was her sanctuary, a refuge from the outside world.

A shadow fell across the threshold, momentarily dimming the sunlight streaming through the window. Claire looked up, expecting a familiar face – Mrs. Henderson, eager to discuss the latest Jane Austen novel, or young Tommy, on a quest for another dragon adventure. Instead, she found herself staring at a stranger.

He was tall and broad-shouldered, his face framed by dark hair that seemed perpetually windswept. His eyes, a startling shade of silver-gray, held a depth that sent a shiver down Claire's spine. He wasn't unattractive, with a strong jawline and a hint of a smile playing on his lips, but an aura of mystery clung to him like a shroud.

"Hello," he said, his voice a low rumble that resonated somewhere deep within her. "I'm Ethan. Just moved in down the street."

"Claire," she replied, extending a hand. "Welcome to Everwood. We don't get many newcomers here."

His hand engulfed hers, sending a warmth that seemed to spread beyond her fingertips. It was a brief touch, yet lingered unexpectedly.

"Well, I'm glad I found my way," Ethan said, his gaze holding hers for a beat too long.

He explained he'd relocated for work, keeping the details vague. Something about him piqued Claire's curiosity. There was an intensity in his eyes, a hint of a story untold tucked behind those silver depths.

As he browsed the shelves, Claire couldn't help but steal glances. He seemed drawn to the fantasy section, fingers trailing over spines of dragon tales and epic sagas. When he picked up a book on ancient folklore, a flicker of something like recognition crossed his face.

"Intriguing," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.

Their conversation flowed easily, fueled by a shared love of literature. He spoke with an eloquence that surprised her, his words laced with unexpected insights. As the morning wore on, Claire found herself forgetting about closing time, lost in the world of ideas conjured by Ethan's presence.

Suddenly, a sharp howl pierced the air. It was distant, yet sent a tremor through Ethan. His hand, holding a book, tightened convulsively, the knuckles turning white.

"Excuse me," he mumbled, and before Claire could ask, he was out the door.

Confused and strangely disappointed, Claire watched him go. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the street where Ethan had disappeared. A sudden chill crept into the air, and for the first time, Claire noticed the full moon, a luminous orb hanging in the twilight sky.

As she closed the shop that evening, a sense of unease settled in her stomach. The encounter with Ethan had sparked a curiosity that wouldn't be easily extinguished. There was something more to him, something dark and hidden that the full moon seemed to awaken. But for some reason, instead of fear, a strange fascination bloomed in Claire's heart.