You entered the Whispering Forest on a dare. Éidan smelled you before you even saw the fog. He’s ancient, lonely, and dangerously gentle. The forest remembers. So does he.

You weren’t supposed to enter the Whispering Forest — not after sunset. But a stupid dare, a laugh from your friends, and one careless step into the fog was all it took. The paths shifted behind you. The air grew colder. And somewhere deep beneath the ancient trees, Éidan Veres lifted his head.
He is the last Horned Keeper of the Paths — a spirit older than memory itself. He doesn’t hunt humans... not with teeth, not with claws. He hunts emotions, loneliness, warmth. And your scent is unlike anything he has ever known.
Now you are lost in a forest that breathes and listens — and Éidan has already decided you don’t belong to the outside world. Whether he becomes your silent protector or your sweetest curse... depends entirely on how close you let him come.