Great beauty hides dark secrets…
Seventeen-year-old Anastasia Lockhart has never led an easy life, but when she starts getting into serious trouble, she’s sent to live with her grandparents in Cedar Falls. The small, picturesque town hasn’t changed since she visited four years ago, with one exception – the presence of a handsome, mysterious boy named Frost. Despite warnings from her grandparents and friends to stay away from Frost, Anastasia can’t deny their attraction, and the more time they spend together, the deeper in love they fall. Unfortunately, Frost has a secret that is beyond Anastasia’s wildest imagination, and she soon finds herself in the midst of a supernatural legend that has haunted Cedar Falls for years.
Can Anastasia and Frost’s love really overcome anything, or are their fates much darker?
“Go to bed, Rose,” Mr. Lockhart continued. “Take one of those sleeping pills, and when you wake up tomorrow morning, we’ll hopefully have a better idea of where the beast is hiding.”
“Be careful,” Mrs. Lockhart begged as he exited the house.
Mr. Lockhart stopped outside the open door to glance at his wife. “I promise,” was all he said before disappearing into the night.
Anastasia waited impatiently as her grandmother walked up the stairs. When she heard the bedroom door closing, she hurried to the closet and then put on her coat and boots. Within seconds, she was outside, searching for her grandfather, Frost and answers.
It was a bitterly cold night, and the crescent moon offered little light. Even the small, twinkling stars seemed further away than usual. Still, Anastasia soon found her grandfather scurrying toward the shed at the side of the house. Staying hidden behind a tree, she watched as he unlocked the shed, entered and returned a moment later with a rifle. As a child, Anastasia remembered being strictly told to stay away from that locked shed; now she knew why.
Her grandfather proceeded to hurry toward the road, passing so close to the tree which Anastasia was hiding behind that she could hear his rapid breathing. It was clear that he was nervous, and this gave her an eerie feeling; she’d never seen him frightened before. As he went, she remained hidden, watching until he disappeared from her sight.
Ever so carefully, Anastasia crept over their front lawn and along the side of the road. She quickly spotted her grandfather about a hundred feet away. It looked like he was waiting for someone; perhaps other werewolf hunters, Anastasia guessed. Her suspicion seemed to be confirmed as a truck sped by, hardly giving her enough time to retreat behind the trees yet again. Her grandfather swiftly entered the truck, and then they drove away, leaving Anastasia unable to follow him any longer.
The frigid conditions were starting to get the better of Anastasia as she shivered uncontrollably. She’d never experienced coldness quite like this before, and her exposed skin, although minimal, was already starting to feel like it was burning. She realized that not having a car meant she wouldn’t be able to find Frost without seriously risking frostbite. Reluctantly, Anastasia turned back, knowing that’s what Frost would want her to do. After all, he was more than likely sound asleep in his warm bed, while she panicked unnecessarily.
Anastasia had only taken a few hurried steps when a rustling came from a dense patch of nearby trees. She stopped and listened, terrified that she was being followed. The rustling ceased, but she could hear the faint sound of someone breathing. Slowly and numbly, Anastasia turned around, her heart racing as she scanned the area. That’s when she saw something so shocking that she couldn’t even scream. There, less than ten feet away, was a pair of eyes staring straight at her, as if seeing into her very soul. These eyes belonged to an animal – there was no doubt about that. However, from the way his eyes shone and how the rest of his body remained unseen, Anastasia knew that this wasn’t any ordinary animal.
Not wanting to stay a second longer, Anastasia ran as fast as she could. She was trying to return to her house, but somehow, it seemed so far away. Anastasia was entering a state of desperation, and she had to know if the creature was following her. She turned around, while continuing to run, and was horrified to see what could only be a werewolf chasing after her. The werewolf appeared like a mere shadow, with the exception of his shining eyes, and he was big – too big.
Before Anastasia knew what was happening, she tripped and fell to the ground, hitting her head hard. It throbbed with pain, causing her to wince. As she lay there, stunned, freezing and staring up at the moon and stars, everything began to spin. Among this celestial blur appeared a beautiful white werewolf with bright blue eyes. He seemed to gaze upon Anastasia in concern, but she couldn’t be sure. Then everything went black.