Novels by Michael Moore

Narrator's Pov.The cold wind whipped through the trees, but Ronan barely felt it. His hands were clenched at his sides, eyes focused on the clearing below where the last of the battle had taken place just hours ago. Blood stained the earth, some of it his, most of it from the creatures they had fought. But that wasn’t what kept his attention. It was the two figures standing near the edge of the woods.Keiran.Ivy.Ronan had followed their scents instinctively, unable to help himself. He told himself it was to make sure they were safe, to check in one last time before he left. But deep down, he knew the truth.He had to see it for himself.He stood behind a thick tree trunk, watching the way Keiran touched Ivy’s arm, gently brushing dirt from her skin. She was looking up at him with soft eyes. No tension, no hesitation. Her body leaned naturally into his. It wasn’t just a moment. It wasn’t just comforting after the war.She had chosen him.Ronan sucked in a slow breath. It felt like a

IVY'S POVThe ground split beneath us like a jagged wound tearing open the earth, and I stumbled backward, catching myself just in time before I could fall into the dark void that yawned at my feet. I could barely breathe, the air thick with the stench of blood, burning earth, and dark magic. My ears rang from the clash of wolves, weapons, and screams, but none of that compared to the rage I saw building in the eyes of the man who had nearly destroyed us.He was crumbling. I could feel it. His connection to the rogues was weakening, fraying like threads in a storm. Keirian had done something. I didn’t know what, but I could see it in the way the rogues stumbled, blinking as if waking from a deep sleep. Some collapsed, unconscious or dazed. Others turned their heads to look at one another in confusion. Their snarls softened, their claws lowering hesitantly as if the spell they’d been under was unraveling.I turned back to the figure, my breathing heavy. He stood in the center of the ch

Keiran’s PovI turned to face her, my heart pounding in my chest. She looked like a warrior now—her eyes hard, her posture strong. But I knew her well enough to see the uncertainty hidden beneath that exterior. She was scared. She had every right to be.“We’ll win this, Ivy,” I said, stepping closer, my hand brushing against hers. I wanted to offer her reassurance, but deep down, I wasn’t sure if I believed my own words. The stakes were too high. The rogues weren’t the only threat we were facing.“I hope you’re right,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper. “I don’t know if I can survive losing anyone else.”I reached out, pulling her close, holding her against me. She didn’t resist. She leaned into me, her breath steady against my chest. For a moment, we were just two souls caught in the same storm, finding solace in each other.“We won’t lose, Ivy,” I murmured, my voice thick with emotion. “We’ll make sure of it.”She didn’t respond immediately. She just held onto me, her hands cl

Keiran’s Pov.The night seemed to stretch on, the quiet hum of the forest around us only adding to the weight of the moment. We stood there for what felt like an eternity, not speaking, but not needing to. The connection between us was undeniable. I could feel her heart beating in sync with mine, a steady rhythm that grounded me.Ivy was a force to be reckoned with—independent, fierce, and capable of carrying the world on her shoulders. But in that moment, I saw the cracks. She wasn’t invincible. She didn’t have to be. And neither did I.I stepped closer, my hand brushing against hers. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she let her fingers linger, the touch so simple, yet so powerful. I could feel her hesitation, but there was something else there—something that told me she needed this connection as much as I did."Keiran," she murmured, her voice barely more than a whisper, "I don’t know what the future holds. Everything’s changing so fast, and I’m... I’m scared of what’s next."I didn’t

Keiran’s Pov.I had been keeping my distance from Ivy for the past few days, though every fiber of my being screamed to be closer to her. The tension between us was thick, but not because of anything she’d done—it was the weight of the unknown that made it hard to breathe when we were in the same room. Every time I looked at her, it felt like something inside of me was unraveling.The rogues. The threat is hanging over us. It was enough to make anyone question their future, but with Ivy, it was different. She was the heart of our pack, and I knew if we failed to protect her, it wouldn’t just be the pack that would fall—it would be everything.I couldn't sleep. My mind ran over everything that had happened: the way the rogues had attacked so swiftly as if they knew exactly where to strike. They weren’t just some random group; they were organized and prepared. And that scared me more than anything.So, when I heard her slip from the house quietly in the dead of night, I wasn’t surprised

IVY'S Pov.The night had already begun to settle, the moon casting a pale light over the camp, and yet, sleep didn’t come easily. I lay on my bed, staring at the wooden beams above me, my mind racing. The attack earlier had shaken me more than I wanted to admit, but it was the unsettling knowledge that something larger, something darker, was coming that kept me awake.I turned on my side, eyes closing as I tried to push the thoughts away. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw the blood—the red eyes of the rogue warriors—haunting me like a phantom. A part of me wanted to ignore it, to believe it was just another rogue group, but deep down, I knew it wasn’t. The way they moved, how they didn’t even flinch when hit, the way they almost seemed... unnatural.I exhaled, letting my breath steady as I tried to relax. It wasn’t working.Finally, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood, the cool wooden floor beneath my feet grounding me. The scent of the earth and trees outside the

Damon’s POVThe council chamber still smelled of blood and smoke when I carried Aria in my arms. Her body was trembling, her eyes half-open and unfocused, the faintest whimper escaping her lips. Every step I took echoed against the stone floor, every sound too loud in the silence that followed her outburst.The elders stared, their faces twisted in fear and judgment, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was the sight of her turning on me...her eyes burning crimson, her hands shaking, her voice lost beneath whatever darkness had taken hold of her.Aria wasn’t herself. That wasn’t her wolf. That wasn’t the woman I had sworn to protect.I pushed open the heavy doors of the sacred chamber...the only place built to contain an Alpha’s rage and a Luna’s breaking.The walls were etched with silver markings and moonstone veins, glowing faintly in the dim light. I laid her down gently on the soft furs spread over the floor, brushing a strand of hair from her face.She flinched even in un

Aria’s POVThe moment I drifted to sleep, the world changed. It was no longer quiet or calm. Shadows whispered at the edges of my vision, feeling familiar yet foreign. I saw him...Zac...or his essence, slipping through my mind like smoke into fire. Though not physically present, I felt his presence in my bones, blood, and heartbeat.It started subtly: a shiver when I turned, movement in my vision, a whisper like my voice. As night deepened, it intensified. I saw through his eyes, felt his arrogance, pride, and twisted sense of ownership over me.“No,” I whispered into the darkness, clutching the blanket against my chest. “No, you don’t… not here, not in me.”But it was too late. My dreams weren’t mine; they belonged to him ... to the part of him that clung to my soul like a parasite, feeding on fear, guilt, and memories I’d tried to lock away. I could feel him invading my mind...not physically, but in every intimate corner.I woke gasping, sheets twisted, feeling the warmth on my han

Damon’s POVAs I entered the Moon Priestess’s chamber, the air was thick with incense and an ancient presence.Candles flickered along the walls, their flames bending as if stirred by an unseen force. I felt the weight of what was happening and what had been unleashed.“Damon Winchester,” the Moon Priestess said softly, looking up from her herbal cleansing bowl. Her dark eyes held wisdom and fear. “You carry a storm’s weight.”I stepped closer, my boots clanging softly against the stone floor. I couldn’t let her see the tension in my chest. Not now. Not when Aria...my Aria...was in the middle of this.My mate.My everything.“It’s not the storm I worry about,” I said, my voice steady, though my fists clenched at my sides.“It’s what’s hiding in it. Tell me exactly what you know about Zac RedMoon.”The Moon Priestess didn’t flinch at the name. She simply folded her hands and let her gaze settle on me. “He is not alive, Alpha Damon. Not in the way you think. His body is gone, yes, but h

Aria’s POVThe night air was colder than usual, thick with the scent of smoke and fear. From the balcony of the Alpha’s chambers, I could see the torches flickering along the eastern field where Damon’s warriors stood, a sea of black armor gleaming under the pale moonlight. My heart pounded so hard it hurt.He was out there.Damon.My mate.My anchor.My everything.And somewhere beyond those trees stood the ghost of the man I thought I’d buried forever ... Zac.Even saying his name in my mind felt like a curse.The whisper of the wind brushed against my skin, carrying the faint echo of howls from afar. Every muscle in my body trembled, not from fear, but from something deeper… a pull I didn’t understand. My hands clutched the edge of the railing as I tried to steady my breath.“Luna,” a voice called softly from behind me.I turned to see Mara, one of the she-wolves assigned to my protection, standing in the doorway. Her dark curls were damp with sweat, and her amber eyes shimmered wi

Damon’s POVThe wind carried the smell of iron and smoke long before the scouts returned. It was faint at first, a whisper beneath the scent of pine and morning dew — but I knew it. I had lived it before. Blood. War. Betrayal.I stood on the balcony overlooking the courtyard of the Winchester pack house, my hands gripping the stone rail. Below, my warriors trained in silence, their movements sharp and measured. The peace we had fought for, the fragile calm Aria and I had built with our blood and pain, trembled like glass under a storm.“Alpha,” Rowan said from behind me, his voice low and urgent. “They’re coming.”I turned slowly. Rowan’s broad shoulders were stiff, his brown eyes dark with worry. He was my Beta, my most loyal brother-in-arms.The scars on his jaw glistened faintly in the sunlight — reminders of the last war we survived.“How many?” I asked.“Hundreds,” he said. “Rogues. But not just them. Some banners we don’t recognize — and one we do.”My pulse tightened. “Whose b

Aria’s POVHe didn't answer me at once. His jaw worked like a pulley's rope, steady and slow. Then he said, in a voice like gravel warmed by sunlight, "You won't die. Not if I can help it.""That's easy for you to say," I snapped, though the sound of my own voice surprised me with how small it came out. I clung to my defiance like a lifeline. "You broke the bond. You walked away. You left me vulnerable...""I broke it to keep you safe," Damon cut in, his hand a solid, terrifying thing on my wrist. His grip was not the owner's grip Zac had used; it wasn't shackling. It was an anchor. "Do you think I slept? Do you think I stopped thinking of you all night? You think I abandoned you for pride? No. I chose a different kind of hurt.""You chose for me," I said, the words sharp and real. "You decided what was best without asking me. You decided I couldn't handle the heat, and so you stepped between me and the world. You made a choice that cost me my voice."He flinched as if my accusation h