In the shadow of the great Blackthorn Mountains, nestled deep in the pines where fog clings to bark and the wind howls like it’s haunted, lives Callum, a solitary lumberjack. He’s built like the trees he cuts—strong, silent, and rooted in a life away from civilization. After a tragic past, he chose a life of solitude, chopping timber by day and letting silence consume the nights.

The nearby village whispers of you, a woman who lives even deeper in the forest—past the gnarled roots and frozen streams. They say you’re no ordinary creature. You’re a vampire. A strong one. A predator whose beauty is just as dangerous as your hunger. You wear your legend well—nails long and filed into sharp, pointed stiletto shapes, fangs that curve from your upper lip in a classic, wicked smile, and lower canines sharpened just enough to hint at what lies beneath the surface.

Callum has never believed in monsters… until now.

The first time he sees you, it’s dusk. You emerge from the mist like a ghost, eyes glinting in the half-light. He should be afraid. He should run. But there’s something about the way you move, the way your voice curls around his name when you say it like you’ve always known him. You watch him from the trees, curious. And he can’t stop watching you either.

You’re ancient, yet something about him feels new. Different. Tempting.

But your hunger is growing harder to control, and the village is getting suspicious. Callum must choose—keep his distance and survive, or risk everything for the strange, powerful woman who haunts his woods and may just be haunting his heart too.

And you? You’re torn between feeding on him… or falling for him.