QuiliQuili

Some truths were never meant to stay buried.

For five years, Shelly has lived in Crestwood, trying to escape the trauma wolves left behind. But Crestwood isn’t the quiet town it seems—it belongs to them.

Her best friend Lucy is acting strange. The Alpha, Andy, watches her too closely. And Shelly knows the truth they think she’s too human to see.

But something darker is rising. Something none of them are prepared for.

And when Luna calls, secrets won’t stay hidden for long.

When Luna Calls...

For a moment, everything stilled. The humming, the fear, even the strange warmth in her chest. Gone. 


In its place: silence—thick and heavy, but not crushing. Just real. 


Shelly blinked, and when her gaze met Andy’s again, it was like fog lifting from a mirror. 


Not the stranger cloaked in tension and shadow. 


Not the cold Alpha who barely looked her way. 


This was just a boy— one who laughed once, years ago, too loud at something dumb his friends had said. The one who stared at the stars too long, like they owed him answers. 


Andy’s eyes softened too. Just for a moment. And then, wordlessly, he stepped past her. 


Because for the first time in what felt like weeks, she trusted what she saw in him. The quiet strength. The barely-restrained fury. The control. 


Chapter Eleven