Wolfpack: Orion

Thorne "Orion" Kade had learned to live with ghosts. The digital kind, the human kind, and the one he'd never been able to let go of.

Stonebrook wasn't where he expected to end up. Too small. Too quiet. Too many trees that whispered when the wind cut through them at night. But after years of searching for the woman tied to his soul, after chasing every rumor and dead end until the trail went cold, he'd needed a place where the world stopped spinning long enough for him to breathe. Stonebrook did that. Or pretended to.

Across town, the Stonebrook Police Department flicked on a new desk lamp in the detective's bullpen. Harper Quinn; all sharp eyes, sharper instincts, and a stubborn streak that could cut steel, dropped a stack of old case files onto her desk. She'd grown up here. She knew the stories. She knew the disappearances. And she knew damn well the explanations she'd been given as a kid never added up.

Harper wasn't here to play nice. She was here to dig.