ETHAN'S CROSSROADS (A Paranormal Werewolf Romance) (The Coming Darkness Book 1)

Ethan is overjoyed at Torri’s love and dedication, but evil things are brewing in the little town once called Havenmoor. Secret meetings by desperate men have called demons into play, and visions of blood assault the young werewolf who already spends his life battling to control the power and violence within him. Can Ethan survive the coming darkness? Can he protect Torri from the evil that approaches? Can he protect her from himself?

Ethan’s Crossroads continues the story of Ethan and Torri that started with Ethan and the Moon and is the first volume in the Coming Darkness series from Polaris Young Adult Productions. The Coming Darkness is the second volume in the Havenmoor Series. Five teens, five normal lives become intertwined with the paranormal. As a werewolf, a witch, an angel, a vampire, and a ghost struggle to maintain what humanity they have and to find a way to love their mortal counterparts, a great and ancient evil descends upon the world. Is there hope for their love? Is there hope for the world? Polaris Young Adult Productions, bringing you the finest young adult fantasy, scifi, and paranormal fiction.

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I sank into an uneasy sleep, my head pounding and whispers echoing around my mind.
I knew immediately that something was wrong when I awoke. For starters, there was a chill in the room and Torri knew that I got cold, something to do with the change. She would always close the windows and turn the heating up; she had even told me that she had done that, so there could be no reasonable excuse for my being so cold.
Secondly, I saw that although my headache wasn’t so bad anymore, the shapes still hadn’t gone from my vision. They seemed darker now and I didn’t just catch them out of the corner of my eyes, they seemed to be there constantly.
Thirdly, and the thing that I really should have noticed first, was the fact that there was a man standing in the doorway of my room.
I shot out of bed but a gust of wind (where the hell had that came from?), knocked me against the wall, pinning me in place. “Who are you?!” I shouted, scared but also confused, very confused.
What were the shapes? And how the hell had the man managed to have me pinned against my own wall when he was standing over the other side of the room?
He stepped inside, and recognition dawned on me. “Mr Croft?” I gasped, now even more confounded.