Nothing ever seems to go Alice’s way. Until the day she inherits a fortune—and an old, forgotten cottage deep within the shadowed forests of Värmland.
Longing for peace and a fresh start, she moves into the crumbling house, unaware that its walls whisper of a past steeped in darkness.
 
But soon the nights grow restless.
Footsteps echo through empty rooms, doors creak open on their own, and an invisible presence seems to watch her every move. The cottage hides something… or someone… behind its locked door.
Then the marks begin to appear—tiny wounds scattered across her skin. In her dreams, a man cloaked in moonlight comes to her, his touch both tender and consuming. His gaze burns with hunger and sorrow, awakening a desire she can neither resist nor understand.
When dawn breaks, the taste of him lingers. The bruises remain.
And Alice realizes that the man she dreams of does not belong to her imagination.
 
He walks the night.
He craves her soul.
And he will never let her go…