By A.M. Clay All Rights Reserved ©

Fantasy / Romance


Ivy Montrose has grown up as a hunter, protecting humanity from creatures that go bump in the night. When her uncle forces her and her twin brother to move to Forks, Washington and go to high school, she's sure that she'll hate it. Enter Enzo Moretti. He's tall, dark, and very handsome. What's more, he's a hunter, just like Ivy. He pokes and prods at Ivy's defenses, earning her trust and loyalty. After her dad's grisly death, Enzo is the only person she opens up to. Even after two years, Enzo is still reeling from his father's death. He drifts through the days, attending school and participating in family events for the time required of him, his heart heavy with grief. When he meets Ivy, he finds a light in his life, a reason to not only go through the day but to live life. Soom, Ivy discovers abilities she never had before, abilities that only grow stronger with each passing day. When a dark force invades Forks, Ivy and Enzo must fight to protect their home and each other.



If you’re reading this, chances are I’m dead. Oh, don’t worry. I probably won’t be dead for long.

Or, it’ll be permanent this time.

I honestly can’t say for sure. All I know is, right now, I’m not in a good place. I’ve kinda got some supes on my ass, and... Look, to tell this story right, I’ve got to go back to the beginning, back to when I moved to Forks, Washington, and I met Enzo Moretti.

My twin brother and I were living with our uncle Jackson when we were forced to attend Forks High School. When my uncle first suggested we move to Forks, I couldn’t help but laugh. I mean, seriously? Vampire central? I couldn’t say for sure whether or not vampires and werewolves existed in Forks, but I did know that if there were any there, then the game was changing. My family and I are worse than any supernatural baddie. After all, we hunted them.

It was mid-Februarywhen we moved into Forks, and it was raining. My uncle and brother, Rhys, were in the old pickup truck ahead of me, while I followed behind in my ’67 Mustang. The windshield wipers struggled to keep up with the rain, and in the distance I could hear thunder booming. I shook my head and grumbled, turning the volume down on the radio so I could focus better. Having lived and hunted in the southwestern U.S. for most of my life, it was pretty clear I didn’t have much experience driving in the rain.

My phone rang from the passenger seat, and I shut the radio off to answer. “Yo?” I said.

“Pull off at the next exit,” Uncle Jack said.

“Is it Forks?” I asked, both hopeful and with dread. I really didn’t want to do this.

“Yeah,” he said.

“You know,” I started, “I’ve gone this long without public school. Do I really need—?”

“Ivy,” Uncle Jack groaned. “We’ve been over this. You’re not going to school just for an education.”

I sighed. “I know, I know,” I complained. “It’s an opportunity to make new friends. I have friends,” I grumbled as an afterthought.

He laughed. “Other hunters don’t count.”

I sighed again. “I need gas,” I said. “Lead me to a gas station after we pull off.”

“You know,” Uncle Jack started, “you’d have more money for other things if you had a different car.”

I gasped in mock horror. “How dare you!” I exclaimed. I ran my hand lovingly over Baby’s steering wheel as I said, “That is blasphemy, Jackson Montrose.”

He laughed. “Yeah, I’ll take you to get gas,” he said. Then he hung up. I tossed my phone onto the seat beside me, cranking the volume up as Disturbed’s “Are You Ready” started to play.

Half an hour later, we were pulling out of the gas station. I followed Uncle Jack down Main Street. Forks looked like any typical postcard town, with the old-fashioned buildings and everything. My tires slipped on the wet roads, and my heart jumped into my throat. Truth be told, I would much rather hunt a nest of vamps than drive in this.

After a few minutes, we turned down a road, where houses sprung up on either side. My uncle pulled into the driveway of one of these houses, and I parked on the curb.

I stared at the house as I stepped out of the Mustang. It was a nice two-story, with chipped, dark blue paint. The yard was thick with weeds and tall, uncut grass. I had no doubt that either my brother or I would be tasked with the chore of mowing the lawn. I didn’t even know how to operate a lawn mower!

Uncle Jack waved at me, and I waved in return. I moved to the back of the car, opening the trunk and pulling out my duffle bag. I slung it over my shoulder, then fell in step with my brother.

We had some similarities, mainly our long, dark eyelashes and ice blue eyes. Other than that, though, we were completely different. Rhys’s eyes were wide and round, while mine were almond shaped. His skin was fair, while mine was tanned. He had dark, auburn colored hair, while mine was platinum blonde. I was more muscular than he was, too. I preferred to be hunting out in the field, where Isaiah’s area of expertise lay in research.

“Welcome to our new casa,” Uncle Jack said, smiling as we stepped up onto the small porch. “Go ahead and fight over which room you want, but leave the master for me.” He grinned at us, then opened the door, and we stepped inside.

There was a small hallway, which led into an open area. On the left was a living room, while on the right was a kitchen and dining room. The hall continued past the two rooms, splitting in half. One one side of the far end of the hall was a set of stairs leading up, while on the left was another small hallway that led to some doors. Later, I would learn that one door led to the basement, while the other led to a full bathroom.

I made my way up the stairs, relieved to see that there were four doors. A bathroom and master bedroom on one side, with two smaller bedrooms on the other. Rhys grabbed my shoulder, and I shot him an annoyed look.

“What?” I asked.

He grinned and held up a fist. I glared at him for a second, then raised my own fist. Three pumps later, and my scissors beat his paper.

“Dammit,” Rhys cursed. I smirked, then stepped into the room closest to the stairs. It was simple, with a single window overlooking the side yard, and the woods beyond. There was a small closet, and enough space to live comfortably. I dropped my duffle bag on the floor, then lowered myself to the ground. I lay on my back, crossing my ankles and folding my hands behind my head. I stared up at the ceiling, taking a moment to collect myself. It was Wednesday. My uncle, brother, and I would spend the rest of the week moving in, and tomorrow, we’d start school.

When Rhys and I first started school, my dad had sent us to public school. Rhys had made friends, but I was picked on from the beginning. According to the other little girls, I wasn’t pretty enough, or my clothes were too boyish. After coming home crying for what must have been the millionth time, my dad finally pulled my brother and me from public school, and then he started to homeschool us.

I missed Dad. He was firm, but he wasn’t abusive. He loved my brother and I, and he did all he could to keep us from the life, while teaching us how to protect ourselves at the same time. He had taught me everything I know about hunting. He was the best hunter the world had ever seen. But, like all hunters, he met his end early.

I was sixteen, and we were clearing out a vampire nest. We thought we had finished, then all of a sudden, one remaining vampire lunged at my father from the shadows. I was too far away, and by the time I had reached him and chopped off the vampire’s head, his throat had been ripped out.

I shut my eyes tight, fighting back the tears that threatened to escape. No, I thought. I wouldn’t cry. I had spent too much time focusing on that night, on how I blamed myself for his death. If I had been right beside him, I could have saved him...

Stop it! I furiously told myself. I sighed, focusing instead on what I would do tomorrow for school. I knew, without a doubt, that tomorrow was gonna be hell.

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