Novels by author zee

SeleneThe Council was gone, but their judgment clung to the clearing like fog.We name you Moonbound. We name you Alpha. We name you threat.Their final words echoed louder than any applause. It wasn’t approval—they had passed a sentence. And I knew what came next.War.Killian helped me to my feet, his hand firm beneath my elbow. His eyes searched my face like he was trying to make sure I was still whole. I wasn’t.Not yet.But something had shifted. The Trial didn’t just test me—it stripped me bare. And beneath everything, there was still a flame burning.“You okay?” he asked, voice low and hoarse.“No,” I said honestly. “But I will be.”His mouth curved into a grim smile. “That’s my girl.”The words lit something warm in my chest. But we didn’t have time to enjoy it.The wind changed.Again.Killian’s head snapped toward the treeline, his body already shifting slightly—muscles bunching, claws threatening to tear through skin.“I smell them,” he muttered.So did I.Not Council. Not

SeleneThe sky cracked.Not literally—but that’s how it felt. As though the world was splitting open to show us the truth beneath. I stood in the center of the stone circle, surrounded by silver fire and ancient magic, and I knew: this wasn’t just survival anymore.This was war.The High Council’s flames pulsed around me, but they didn’t burn. They judged. They tasted. They probed every crack in my soul, every flaw in my blood. But I didn’t bow.I bared my teeth.Killian stood at the edge, muscles coiled, eyes wild. But he didn’t move. This was my trial. My moment.The lead Council member raised his hand. "Selene of Silverclaw, born of hidden blood, you stand accused of awakening a line long buried. Do you deny it?"I met his glowing gaze. "No. I claim it."A ripple of energy tore through the clearing. The stones lit with golden runes. The sky seemed to breathe.Another Council member stepped forward, voice low and ancient. "Then by the Old Code, you must prove you are worthy to carry

SeleneThey gave us until the next full moon.One cycle. One breath of the moon’s light to prepare for the ancient trial no wolf dared to invoke. And we hadn’t invoked it—it had been dropped at our feet like a curse wrapped in law. The High Council didn’t want justice. They wanted obedience. Blood.And they wanted to make an example of me.Killian didn’t speak much after they left. The flames died as suddenly as they’d risen, and the forest grew eerily silent. Like it was holding its breath. I sat with my back against the cold stone where I had first seen the truth of who he was. And now, he’d seen the truth of me.Not just Silverclaw. Not just rejected.Moonbound.I traced the scar on my palm from the first shift that hadn’t torn me apart. I wasn’t a wolf bred to obey. I wasn’t a Luna trained to serve. I was something older. Something dangerous. And they knew it.That was why the Council had come in person.Killian finally turned to me after hours passed like shadows. "We need to lea

SeleneThe flames didn’t touch us. But they surrounded everything.The three Council Enforcers stood like carved statues, silver fire licking at their feet, as though the earth itself bent to their command. I felt the heat singe the air between us, but it didn’t burn. Not yet. Not unless they wanted it to.Killian stood beside me, still and silent, but I could feel the tension thrumming through him like a taut wire. His wolf was awake. Coiled. Ready.But this wasn’t a fight of claws.Not yet.“This trial,” the lead Enforcer said, “will determine if you are to be spared or destroyed.”“And what exactly will it test?” I asked, voice steady, even as my heart tried to break free from my chest.“Your truth. Your strength. Your loyalty. And your claim.”My throat tightened. "Claim to what?"“To the Moonbound line. To power once sealed for the protection of all.”I felt the shift inside me—the hum of something ancient, something inherited. Something that had slept too long.Killian placed a

SeleneThe blood hadn’t even dried before the questions started.Not from Killian.From me.I stood over the bodies of the wolves we didn’t kill—just broken enough to crawl back to Damon with their tails between their legs—and felt the shift still humming under my skin.It hadn’t stopped. My body was back to human, but the wild in me was still awake. Clawing. Watching.I didn’t want it to go back to sleep.“Why didn’t you stop me?” I asked Killian quietly as we walked back toward the heart of the forest, our steps silent on moss and root.“I told you,” he said, his voice like gravel and smoke. “I wasn’t here to stop you. I was here to see what you’d do.”“And if I had lost?”He stopped walking. I felt the heat of him before I turned. He was close. Closer than I expected.“I would’ve bled with you.”There was no smile in his voice. No soft edge. Just truth. Raw and sharp.I hated how much I needed that truth.We reached the stone-ringed clearing again. The place where I’d first seen hi

SeleneThe trees held their breath.Every leaf. Every branch. Every wild, watching thing around us had gone still—as if the forest itself sensed what was coming.The air was thicker now. Heavier. Laced with a primal charge that made my wolf restless beneath my skin. She wanted out. She wanted blood.And for the first time… I didn’t want to stop her.Killian stood beside me like a storm waiting to break. His body tense. His jaw set. That wild golden glow was already burning in his eyes, and I could tell—he was holding back for my sake.He didn’t want to take this moment from me. He wanted me to choose it.I tilted my head toward the trees. "They’re circling."He nodded once. "Testing the perimeter. Damon always sends scouts first. Cowards before claws."A low growl rumbled from my chest. It surprised me—not because it was there, but because it sounded like it belonged."Let them come," I whispered.Killian’s lips twitched. Almost a smile. Almost. "Good."The first one stepped into the