Luna’s Call

The tires of Mia Whitlock’s car crunched over gravel as she pulled into Silver Hollow, her new—though far from welcoming—home. The sun was setting, casting long shadows over the remote mountain town, where ancient trees stood like silent sentinels guarding secrets only the locals knew. Mia’s hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white as she willed herself to breathe. This was supposed to be a fresh start, a clean break from the past, but the eerie stillness of Silver Hollow made her question everything.

The sign by the roadside read, Welcome to Silver Hollow, Population 2,478. As the last rays of sunlight disappeared behind the looming forest, Mia shivered involuntarily. There was something unsettling about the place, something that gnawed at her senses in a way she couldn’t explain. She’d heard rumors—every small town had its share of ghost stories—but Silver Hollow felt different, as though the shadows here were watching, waiting.

Her small sedan rolled to a stop outside the house she’d rented, an old Victorian-style structure nestled at the edge of town, with the forest creeping unnervingly close behind it. The house had charm in its own rustic way, but it looked tired, as if time had worn it down with the weight of countless winters. It was cheap, and that was all that mattered to Mia right now. After everything she’d been through, she couldn’t afford to be picky.

She grabbed her duffel bag from the passenger seat and climbed out, glancing up at the towering pines that surrounded the property like a wall. The scent of pine needles and damp earth filled the air, giving the impression that the forest was constantly encroaching, always one step away from swallowing the town whole.

A deep sigh escaped her lips as she trudged up the steps to the front door. Her fingers trembled slightly as she turned the key, pushing the door open with a soft creak. The air inside was musty, like no one had lived here for years. She flicked the light switch, and the lone bulb in the entryway buzzed weakly before casting a dim glow over the hardwood floor. The house was sparsely furnished—just enough to make it livable for a while.

“Well, it’s not much, but it’s mine,” she muttered to herself, her voice echoing slightly in the stillness. The silence felt oppressive, wrapping around her like a heavy blanket. She dropped her bag by the door and rubbed her temples. The long drive had left her tense, her thoughts racing despite her exhaustion.

Her eyes wandered to the large windows in the living room, where the thick woods loomed just beyond the glass. There was something off about the forest, though she couldn’t put her finger on it. The trees seemed too close, too dark, even in the fading twilight.

Shaking off the uneasy feeling, Mia decided to explore the town. The thought of staying inside this strange house on her first night was too much for her frayed nerves. Maybe a walk would clear her head, remind her that she wasn’t running from her past anymore—that she was free.

As she stepped outside and locked the door, the cool evening breeze brushed against her skin, carrying with it a faint, almost metallic scent. Mia glanced up at the sky, where the moon was already rising, large and full. It hung low, casting an ethereal glow over the town. For a moment, she was captivated by its beauty, but the spell broke as a strange howl echoed in the distance, faint but unmistakable.

Her breath hitched, and she froze. Wolves? she wondered. She hadn’t been told about wolves in Silver Hollow, but it made sense, given how isolated the town was. Trying to shake off her unease, she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket and made her way down the quiet street toward the center of town.

As she walked, she couldn’t help but notice the peculiar stillness around her. No one was outside. No lights flickered on in the houses she passed. It was as if the town had been abandoned, save for the occasional flicker of movement behind drawn curtains. She quickened her pace, eager to find some sign of life, some sense of normalcy.

After a few minutes, she spotted the soft glow of a sign up ahead: Mercer’s Tavern. Her pulse slowed as she walked toward the building, relieved to find at least one place open. The wooden structure looked old but inviting, with soft lights illuminating the interior. The sound of low conversation and clinking glasses reached her ears as she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The tavern was surprisingly warm and cozy, a stark contrast to the eerie quiet outside. The smell of wood smoke and leather filled the air, and a few patrons sat scattered at tables, nursing drinks and talking in hushed tones. Mia glanced around, catching the eye of the bartender—a man in his early thirties with sandy blonde hair and an easy smile. He nodded at her, gesturing for her to take a seat at the bar.

“First time in Silver Hollow?” he asked as she approached, wiping down a glass with a practiced motion.

Mia slid onto a stool, offering him a tired smile. “Yeah, just moved in today. Trying to get a feel for the place.”

He chuckled softly, pouring her a drink without her asking. “Well, welcome to the middle of nowhere. I’m Luke, by the way. If you need to know anything about this town, I’m your guy.”

She nodded, taking a sip of the drink he handed her. Whiskey. Strong, but it did the job. “Thanks. I’m Mia.”

Luke studied her for a moment, his green eyes twinkling with a mixture of curiosity and something else she couldn’t quite place. “You’ll fit in fine here,” he said, but there was an undertone to his words, as if he knew something she didn’t. “Silver Hollow’s… special.”

Before she could ask what he meant, the tavern door swung open again, and two men stepped inside. Mia’s breath caught in her throat as she glanced over. They were striking, both in their own ways.

The first man was tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair and intense blue eyes that seemed to take in everything at once. He moved with a quiet confidence, his presence commanding the attention of the room without a word. There was an air of authority about him, something primal and untamed beneath the surface. His gaze flicked toward Mia, lingering for a moment longer than necessary before turning to Luke.

The second man was leaner but no less imposing, with dark brown hair that brushed his collar and a quiet intensity in his gaze. His expression was calm, almost unreadable, but there was a sharpness in his eyes that made Mia feel like he could see through her—straight to her soul. He, too, glanced briefly at her before moving to sit with the first man at a nearby table.

Luke’s grin widened as he noticed Mia’s reaction. “That’s Eli and Jace,” he said, lowering his voice just slightly. “Don’t worry—they’re regulars. Good guys, if a little… intense.”

Mia tore her gaze away from the men and focused on her drink, though her heart still pounded in her chest. She could feel their presence, like a storm waiting to break. There was something about them, something that made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.

Luke leaned in slightly, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Let me guess—you’re wondering what the deal is with them.”

She raised an eyebrow. “A little,” she admitted, keeping her voice low. “They don’t exactly blend in.”

“They don’t need to,” Luke replied, his tone soft but knowing. “Eli’s the sheriff. Jace helps run the family business around here. They’re… close. Brothers, more or less.”

Mia frowned slightly, sensing there was more to the story, but Luke didn’t offer any more details. Instead, he straightened up and winked. “Just don’t get caught in the woods alone. Lots of strange things happen out there.”

Mia laughed, but the sound was hollow. Her mind wandered back to the howl she’d heard earlier, and the unsettling sense that something in Silver Hollow was watching her, waiting for her to make the wrong move.

As the night wore on, she caught Eli and Jace watching her a few times, their gazes intense but unreadable. And Luke, ever the charmer, kept her entertained with stories about the town—some lighthearted, others too cryptic to dismiss as mere jokes. But every now and then, she caught the three men exchanging glances, as if there was something about her that they couldn’t ignore.

By the time she left the tavern, the moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the darkened streets. The wind had picked up, rustling the trees, and the faint howl echoed again in the distance.

Mia shivered, pulling her jacket tighter around her. She’d come here for a fresh start, but Silver Hollow seemed to have its own plans for her. The men she’d met tonight—Eli, Jace, and even Luke—felt like more than just strangers in a new town. There was something about them that called to her, something that stirred a primal, unsettling curiosity deep inside.

As she walked back to her house, the shadows seemed to shift around her, the forest whispering secrets she wasn’t ready to hear. But one thing was certain: Silver Hollow was far from an ordinary town, and the people she’d met tonight weren’t ordinary men.

The real question was, how deep would she go before she learned the truth?