Chapter 2 2

Selene released Lachlan's hand and stepped back, pressing herself subtly against the doorframe as if it could anchor her to reality. These men-these brothers-had an undeniable presence, one that filled the space around them like a storm about to break.

"I'm not sure what you mean by 'not safe,'" she said carefully, her voice steady despite the racing of her heart. "I just got here. I'm not looking for trouble."

Rowan's silver eyes narrowed, a flicker of something unreadable passing over his features. "Trouble doesn't care what you're looking for."

"Rowan," Lachlan interjected with a sigh, running a hand through his dark hair. "Could you try not to sound like an ominous prophecy for once? You're going to make her think we're all psychopaths." He turned back to Selene, his smile softening. "Don't mind him. He's all bark and no bite."

Rowan's growl-a low, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate through the air-made Selene jump. Lachlan just laughed.

"Case in point," Lachlan said with a smirk.

Selene crossed her arms, forcing herself to focus on the facts. "Look, I don't know who you two think you are, but this house belonged to my grandmother. It's my property now. So if you don't mind..."

Her tone was firm, but she could feel the cracks in her composure widening under their scrutiny.

Lachlan held up his hands in mock surrender. "Fair enough. But you should know, this place isn't exactly...ordinary."

"I'm starting to get that impression," Selene muttered, glancing over her shoulder into the dim interior of the house.

Rowan stepped closer, his towering frame blocking out the last of the daylight. "If you stay here, you'll be part of this town whether you like it or not. Silver Hollow has rules. Traditions."

"And you expect me to follow them?" Selene shot back, her irritation bubbling to the surface.

His lips pressed into a thin line. "We expect you to survive."

The weight of his words settled on her chest, but before she could respond, the sound of another vehicle approaching broke the tension. Selene craned her neck to see headlights cutting through the fog as a sleek black SUV pulled up beside her car.

A third man stepped out, his movements deliberate and predatory. He was dressed in a tailored coat that clung to his broad shoulders, his sharp features illuminated by the glow of the headlights. Unlike Rowan's intensity or Lachlan's charm, this man exuded an air of control that made Selene's skin prickle.

"Declan," Rowan said, his voice a shade softer but no less commanding.

Declan's piercing green eyes flicked over Selene, assessing her in a way that felt invasive and yet oddly protective. "You must be the new arrival," he said, his tone smooth but laced with an undercurrent of steel.

"I guess that's me," Selene said, her voice sharper than she intended. She was tired of feeling cornered by these men, no matter how attractive-or intimidating-they were.

Declan ignored her tone, his gaze shifting to Rowan and Lachlan. "She doesn't know yet, does she?"

"No," Rowan said curtly.

Selene frowned. "Know what?"

Declan's attention snapped back to her, his expression softening just enough to make her feel like she wasn't entirely out of her depth. "That you've stepped into a world far more dangerous than you realize. And whether you like it or not, you're a part of it now."

Selene bristled. "I didn't sign up for any of this. I came here to start over, not to get dragged into some cryptic-"

"You don't have a choice," Rowan interrupted, his tone harsh but not unkind.

"Excuse me?"

Lachlan sighed dramatically. "What my ever-so-charming brothers are trying to say is that this town-and this house-comes with...baggage."

"Baggage?" she repeated.

Rowan's jaw tightened, but it was Declan who answered. "History. Secrets. And responsibilities."

"Responsibilities?" Selene laughed bitterly, the absurdity of the situation finally catching up with her. "I didn't ask for any of this. I just want to live my life in peace, okay?"

Rowan stepped closer, his presence almost suffocating. "Peace isn't an option here."

The weight of his words hung in the air, but before Selene could respond, the sound of movement behind her made her freeze. It was faint-a whisper of footsteps on the hardwood floor-but it was enough to send a chill down her spine.

She turned slowly, her eyes scanning the darkened hallway that led deeper into the house.

"Did you hear that?" she whispered.

The brothers exchanged a glance, and for the first time, she saw something that looked like unease flicker across Rowan's face.

"Stay here," he said, his voice low and commanding.

"Like hell I will," Selene shot back, her pulse racing.

Rowan ignored her, brushing past her and disappearing into the shadows. Lachlan followed, his usual lightheartedness replaced with a seriousness that made her stomach twist.

Declan lingered by her side, his gaze fixed on the darkened hallway.

"What's going on?" she asked, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to sound calm.

Declan didn't answer immediately. Instead, he placed a hand on her shoulder-a surprisingly gentle gesture that sent a jolt of warmth through her. "Stay close to me," he said quietly.

Selene wanted to protest, to demand answers, but something in his tone silenced her. She followed him as he led her toward the sitting room, her heart pounding with every step.

When they entered the room, Rowan and Lachlan were standing near the fireplace, their postures tense.

"It's gone," Rowan said, his voice a low growl.

"What's gone?" Selene demanded, her frustration boiling over.

They didn't answer. Instead, all three men turned to her, their gazes heavy with unspoken truths.

"You need to tell me what's happening," she said, her voice shaking but firm.

Rowan stepped forward, his silver eyes piercing hers. "You're not just an outsider, Selene. You're part of this now. Whether you like it or not."

The finality in his tone sent a shiver down her spine. For the first time since she'd arrived, she felt the full weight of the unknown pressing down on her.

And she had a sinking feeling that her life would never be the same again.