Endangered (Santa Catalina University #0) Read Online Crystal North

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Santa Catalina University Series by Crystal North

Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)

I am crazy.
The hospital have said so.
They may have released me back to Santa Catalina Island but my demons are far from done haunting me.
My best friend tells me I just need to take the meds and go to therapy, and I’ll get better.
But who are these boys that keep telling me I know them? And why does it feel like Summer isn’t telling me the whole truth?
When the voices return and the four men start pushing their way back into my life, I’m powerless to resist.
Maybe I’m not as crazy as everyone wants me to believe.


Endangered is book 2 in this paranormal reverse harem romance series, meaning our FMC will have more than one love interest and won’t have to choose between them. You need to have read book one, Silenced, to understand this one. Endangered ends on a cliff-hanger, but you probably already knew that, didn’t you?


2 weeks prior

I frantically dial the only number besides Summer’s that I have in my phone, the pounding bass of the song I was listening to, causing my head to throb. I don’t know why I don’t call Summer, there’s no time to think. Maybe some slightly less fucked up part of my brain thinks ‘damsel in distress, must call man’.

My clumsy fingers fumble with the device in my hands as I try to pause Rage Against The Machine’s ‘Killing in the Name’.

“Cove? Hello? Can you hear me?”

Hi, I can’t come to the phone right now, I’m probably out catching an epic wave or two. Leave a message and I’ll get back to you when the tide changes.

I almost fucking weep in desperation, and when the beep sounds to leave a message, a jumble of word vomit spews from my mouth without thought. “I’m in trouble and I didn’t know who to call. I…I need your help. I can hear things…bad things…and I think there are some bad people coming for me. They’re close. I can hear them. Hear the things they want to do to me. Things they don’t say out loud. I promise, I know it sounds crazy, but you have to believe me, please, please just send help.”

I pause, wondering what else to say. It might all be too late by the time he hears this message anyway. Should I thank him for his friendship? Confess to feeling something…more? How can I when I don’t even understand it myself?

An ear-splitting crash sounds from within the dorm block somewhere, and I flinch. Everything goes silent. I listen carefully, but I can’t hear what they’re planning. I swear it’s like they’re shielding their intent from me or something. Which is fucking terrifying.

I should hide.

Before I can make a move, the door crashes open with an almighty bang and I drop my phone in fear.

Dark shadows fill the doorway, blocking my way out. As they move into my room, they spread out so that I’m surrounded, but somehow I can’t focus enough to count how many of them there are. All I know is it’s too many. I’m outnumbered and overpowered.

Floor-length, hooded black cloaks obscure the monsters hiding beneath them, but one of them reaches out for me. The sleeve of his long garment falls back to reveal a clawed talon attached to bare, skeletal bones. Even as I try to deny what I’m seeing, my no-nonsense brain overrides my terrified denial and accepts that this is happening.

The yellowed decaying clawed fingernail makes contact with my left temple, and pain unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before erupts inside my skull. Vile and monstrous thoughts assault my mind in stereo, accompanied by a malicious, gleeful crowing laugh.

Falling to my knees, I claw at my head, trying to pluck the invading sounds from my brain. I squint at the door, wondering if I can crawl to freedom. For a split second I swear I see Summer’s silhouette in the doorway, and I try to call out to her for help. When I can’t, when the pain becomes too much, too intense for me to bear, I slump back upon the ground and my mouth falls open in an agonised scream.

Present day

I tail her. The best friend. I call absolute bullshit that she’s not seen or heard from Malia, even though we interviewed her and wiped her memory afterwards – which is my speciality. I don’t trust her.

It’s what allowed me to keep an eye on Malia before she vanished. She has no recollection of kissing or even meeting me. Because I like to operate in the shadows. After we met and she ran off, I caught up with her one more time, and then wiped our interaction from her memory, even as it pained me to do so.

Which is both a blessing and a curse. Yes, there are some clues that point to Malia being the Star, but there’s also evidence that we’re the killers on campus, and that’s a load of shit. So I know not to believe or jump on every little fragment of ‘proof’ that falls into our laps.