In a future where colors are forbidden, the world exists only in white. Cities are perfect, interiors are controlled, and every space is governed by the Ministry of Spatial Balance. Any imperfection is corrected. He is a Corrector, responsible for bringing spaces into compliance. But one assignment changes everything. A space that cannot be explained makes him question the system for the first time. And in a perfect white world, a crack begins to appear.

Valerie thought it was just an ordinary night... until she found deep claw marks carved into her front door. After secretly entering a forbidden forest at night, strange things begin following her home. Whispers in the dark. Scratches on the walls. Messages written by unseen claws. And glowing eyes that seem to watch her from everywhere. When Valerie discovers that the mysterious boy named Zev is hiding a terrifying secret, her world changes forever. Hunted by deadly wolves and trapped in a mystery connected to an ancient cave, Valerie must decide who she can trust before it's too late. But the deeper she falls into the world of werewolves, the more she realizes the truth is far more dangerous than the monsters themselves. A dark fantasy filled with mystery, suspense, loyalty, and transformation, Claw Marks on My Door is a thrilling story about fear, survival... and choosing who you want to become.

The trees were supposed to be dead. Johnny Calhoun comes to Odessa searching for his missing brother, Eli, whose trail ends at the abandoned Bellweather orchard - a rotting stretch of dust and dead trees outside town. But Johnny smells peaches beyond the gate. The locals avoid the orchard. The sheriff knows better than to go there after sundown. And the deeper Johnny searches, the more the place seems to notice him. Something old waits beneath the roots. Something that calls to lonely men in voices they trust. Something that feeds on grief, desire, and the terrible hope of seeing the lost again. Johnny came to find his brother. But the orchard has already found him. And the harvest is coming.