In a marble hall in Baltimore, where the Chesapeake breezes blow, Lived a girl with a heart of rebel fire and a soul they couldn't slow. She’d burn the rubber on the strip and make the engines scream, The fastest wheels in Maryland, a high-octane city dream. Till her father cried, "You’ve crossed the line, you’re the one to bear the shame!" He packed her bags by morning light, and he sent her far away, To the mountains of the western woods where the mist is cold and gray. Oh, the pines of Deep Creek whisper, and the water’s deep and black, Once you walk those ancient paths, there is no turning back. From the city’s golden towers to the hollows dark and deep, There are secrets in the moonlight that the mountain spirits keep. She was exiled to the lakeside, in a cabin made of stone, But the high-born girl of Baltimore wouldn’t sit and pine alone. She wandered past the timberline where the shadows start to crawl, And she met a man with eyes of blue, standing proud and standing tall. He was the Alpha of the forest, with the sunlight in his hair, And the moment that their pulses met, there was magic in the air. Oh, the pines of Deep Creek whisper, and the water’s deep and black, Once you walk those ancient paths, there is no turning back. From the city’s golden towers to the hollows dark and deep, There are secrets in the moonlight that the mountain spirits keep. "You’re the one the stars have promised," said the wolf-king to the maid, "But the woods are full of danger, girl—I hope you’re not afraid." For down within the rocky clefts, where the laurel thickets grow, Lived a clan of puma hillbillies, the shifter’s oldest foe. They came with claws like jagged glass and a hunger in their eyes, To claim the girl of Baltimore and the Alpha as their prize. Oh, the pines of Deep Creek whisper, and the water’s deep and black, Once you walk those ancient paths, there is no turning back. From the city’s golden towers to the hollows dark and deep, There are secrets in the moonlight that the mountain spirits keep. She wandered where the water breaks at the edge of Tolliver Falls, Where the tinkling of the silver stream like a thousand bells did call. The music of the First World hummed and settled in her bones, A melody of ancient earth and the power of the stones. Her human skin it shed away beneath that faerie light, And she rose a russet wolf with a coat of winter cream, To hunt the mountain shadows and to live the ancient dream. Oh, the pines of Deep Creek whisper, and the water’s deep and black, Once you walk those ancient paths, there is no turning back. From the city’s golden towers to the hollows dark and deep, There are secrets in the moonlight that the mountain spirits keep. But as she prowled the mountain's edge, she met a gentle soul, A young and noble puma cub who sought to make her whole. He didn't share his kinsmen's hate, his heart was pure and bright, A flicker of a kinder flame within the mountain night. She saw the goodness in his eyes and felt a different pull, For the love of this young shifter made her wild spirit full. Oh, the pines of Deep Creek whisper, and the water’s deep and black, Once you walk those ancient paths, there is no turning back. From the city’s golden towers to the hollows dark and deep, There are secrets in the moonlight that the mountain spirits keep. When the pumas gathered in the dark to plan their wicked snare, The young one stood against his kin and braved the Alpha’s glare. "I’ll not help you take the russet wolf or break the fated bond!" Then he turned his back upon his clan and fled the mountain pond. He ran to find the golden King and tell of what was planned, Spurning all his blood and kin to take a hero's stand. Oh, the pines of Deep Creek whisper, and the water’s deep and black, Once you walk those ancient paths, there is no turning back. From the city’s golden towers to the hollows dark and deep, There are secrets in the moonlight that the mountain spirits keep. But the pumas crept in silence where the laurel shadows blend, They dragged the russet wolf away before she could defend. To a smoke-filled hillbilly bar they went, with floorboards stained and old, Where the cat-men drank their moonshine and the devil’s tales were told. But the Alpha and the young cat came, a storm of gold and light, Together they broke down the doors and ended the long night. Oh, the pines of Deep Creek whisper, and the water’s deep and black, Once you walk those ancient paths, there is no turning back. From the city’s golden towers to the hollows dark and deep, There are secrets in the moonlight that the mountain spirits keep. Now the Alpha and the russet wolf, they rule the timberline, With the noble puma by their side, where the mountain waters shine. A pact is sworn in blood and bone, a brand new law is made, To guard the falls of Tolliver and the secrets in the shade. The city girl has found her pack, and the mountain knows her name,