Deep Bleue

When Arielle Bleu arrives in Beacon Hills, she believes she's running from her past.

Two years earlier, on the night of her sixteenth birthday, she drowned in the Louisiana bayou-lured into the water by a glowing presence no one else could see. She was pronounced dead. What brought her back was not medicine, not chance, but sacrifice: a forbidden ritual performed by her grandmother, a powerful Creole priestess who traded her own life to pull Arielle from the threshold between worlds.

Arielle survived.
But she did not return unchanged.

Now eighteen, newly transplanted from New Orleans to a town already steeped in supernatural violence, Arielle tries to pass as human-despite the way water responds to her emotions, the way animals recoil or gather, the way she can smell fear and grief on the people around her. She keeps her head down, clings to routine, and tells herself that whatever she is becoming can be controlled.

Beacon Hills disagrees.

Built atop converging ley lines and anchored by the ancient Nemeton, the town reacts to Arielle's presence like a struck nerve. Strange phenomena intensify. Supernatural creatures grow restless. Reality itself begins to bend. And Scott McCall's pack-already unraveling under the pressure of ritual sacrifices and mounting deaths-senses that Arielle is not just another anomaly, but a catalyst. In the end, Deep Bleu is not a story about becoming a monster.

It is a story about choosing what to do with power that should never have been returned to the world-about grief inherited, love offered without conditions, and the terrifying freedom of surviving something you were never meant to escape.

Arielle Bleu was pulled from the water once.

Beacon Hills may not survive her a second time.