Novels by Michael Moore

The full moon hung heavy in the night sky, casting silver light across the clearing where wolves from both packs had gathered. It had been twenty years since that stormy night when Lexa and Kaelen first entered the world, and tonight we celebrated something even more precious.I stood beside Damon at the edge of the gathering, his hand warm in mine, watching as Lexa moved through the crowd with her mate, a strong wolf from the northern territories named Ashton. His dark hair and gentle eyes complemented her silver gaze perfectly, and the way he looked at her reminded me so much of how Damon had once looked at me, still looked at me, with awe and devotion."She's happy," Damon murmured, his thumb stroking the back of my hand."She is," I agreed, my voice thick with emotion. "I never thought I'd see this day. Our daughter, mated and blessed by the Moon Goddess herself."Kaelen approached us, his golden eyes bright with joy. At twenty, he'd grown into a formidable warrior, his broad shou

Aria's POVThe seasons had turned and turned again, painting the Winchester territory in cycles of green and gold, white and bloom. Years had passed since that stormy night when I brought Lexa and Kaelen into this world, years filled with growth and healing and love I never believed possible.I stood on the balcony of our chambers, watching the sunrise paint the sky in shades of pink and orange. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and morning dew. Below, in the training grounds, I could see movement, hear laughter that made my heart swell.Warm arms wrapped around my waist from behind, pulling me back against a solid chest. Damon's scent surrounded me, familiar and comforting, still capable of making my pulse quicken even after all these years."You're up early," his deep voice rumbled against my ear, lips brushing my temple.I leaned into him, covering his hands with mine where they rested on my stomach. "I couldn't sleep. I was thinking.""About what?" he asked, his chin s

Damon's POVI couldn't stop staring at them. My hands, scarred from battles and stained with the blood of enemies, trembled as I cradled the tiny forms against my chest. The boy lay in the crook of my right arm, his golden eyes watching me with an awareness no newborn should possess. The girl rested against my left side, her silver gaze equally piercing, equally strange.They were so small. So fragile. Yet the power radiating from them made my wolf pace restlessly beneath my skin."Damon," Aria whispered from the bed, her voice weak but filled with warmth. "You're shaking."I was. I didn't realize it until she said it. My entire body trembled with emotions I couldn't name. Fear. Wonder. Love so fierce it burned through my chest like wildfire."I've torn apart rogues with my bare hands," I said, my voice rough. "I've led armies. I've killed men twice my size without flinching. But this..." I looked down at them again. "This terrifies me."Aria smiled, exhaustion painting shadows under

Aria's POVThe storm crashed against the windows like fists pounding on glass. Lightning split the sky, and thunder rolled so deep it shook the floor beneath my feet. I gripped the edge of the bed, my knuckles white, my breath coming in sharp gasps that burned my throat.Another contraction tore through me, fiercer than before. I doubled over, a cry ripping from my lips before I could hold it back."Damon," I gasped, my voice barely more than a whisper.He was there in an instant. His large hand cupped the back of my neck, steadying me, grounding me. His dark eyes, usually so cold and commanding, were soft now, filled with something raw and unguarded."I'm here," he said, his voice rough but gentle. "I'm not going anywhere."I wanted to tell him to leave, to spare him from seeing me like this, weak and trembling. But the words died in my throat. I needed him. I hated that I needed him, but I did."It hurts," I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Damon, it hurts so much."His j

Hope's POVTwins.I placed my hand gently on my mother's growing belly, feeling the faint flutter of life beneath my palm. Two lives. Two souls that would be my siblings, my responsibility, my family."I promise to guide you," I whispered, knowing they couldn't hear me yet but needing to say it anyway. "To teach you everything I know. To protect you the way Mom and Dad protected me."Aria smiled from where she sat in the garden, the afternoon sun catching the highlights in her dark hair. She looked radiant, glowing with that inner light that came from carrying new life. "You're going to be an amazing big sister, Hope.""I hope so." I sat down beside her on the stone bench. "It's a big responsibility.""So is carrying two souls within yourself," Damon said, approaching us with rolled parchment under his arm. His tall frame cast a shadow that provided welcome shade from the heat. "But you've handled that with grace and strength."I felt the shadow-self stir within me, no longer separate

Damon's POVThe news spread like wildfire through the pack.Despite our attempts to keep it private, by the end of the week everyone knew that Luna Aria was expecting. I suspected Elder Mira had let it slip during one of her healing sessions, or perhaps someone had noticed the way I hovered around Aria, the protective instincts I couldn't quite hide.Either way, the secret was out.Now I stood on the balcony of the pack house, watching as wolves gathered in the courtyard below, their voices rising in celebration. They had decorated the entire territory with ribbons and flowers, turning our home into something that looked almost festive."They're happy," Aria said, coming to stand beside me. Her hand rested on her still-flat stomach, a gesture that had become habitual in the past few days."They should be. An heir means stability, continuity, hope for the future." I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her close. "But more importantly, I'm happy… Terrified, but happy."She laughed,

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