THE CRIMSON MOON PACT
For two hundred years, an uneasy peace has held between the vampire court of Nocthaven and the wolves of the Ashwood Mountains, sealed by a pact written in blood. Every generation, a daughter of the ruling wolf line is bound to the vampire heir beneath the Red Moon, and the old war stays buried.
Wren Blackthorn never expected to be that daughter. She was supposed to be free, a warrior, not a bargaining chip. But when a night raid leaves three of her packmates dead and her father backed into a corner, the timeline changes. The bride must go to Nocthaven now, years ahead of schedule, or the treaty collapses and both sides bleed.
Alaric Voss, heir to House Voss, has no interest in a wife he did not choose, especially not a wolf who looks at him like he is the reason her mother is dead. He has enough enemies inside his own court without adding a hostile bride to his table, and someone close to the throne wants this pact to fail.
As Wren adjusts to a city built on secrets, and Alaric fights to keep his crown out of his uncle's hands, the two of them are pulled together by duty and pushed apart by history, right up until the moment they realize the attack that started this was never random at all.
The blood moon is coming. So is a war neither of them agreed to start.
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Chapter: The Regency BidThe council chamber had never been called into session before dawn in Wren's brief time in Nocthaven, and the difference showed in every detail, candles burned down to stubs because no one had thought to replace them, courtiers arriving in half-dressed disarray, the particular sourness of people forced awake for news they did not want to hear. She stood at the back of the room beside Seraphine, technically present only because Alaric had insisted, and watched Malachi Thorne take the center of the floor as though he had rehearsed the moment for years."The king is dead," Malachi said, and even grief looked calculated on him, a careful arrangement of solemnity that did not quite reach his eyes. "A tragedy none of us anticipated, though perhaps we should have, given his health these past months. The question before this council is not whether we mourn him. We will, properly, in time. The question is how this court proceeds in the interval before a coronation can be safely held.""Safely,
Last Updated: 2026-08-25
Chapter: What the Fire KnowsThey moved her to different rooms before dawn, deeper into the palace, closer to the wing where Alaric himself kept his quarters, and Wren was too exhausted from the wolfsbane and the blood loss to argue about what that proximity might mean by the time Seraphine finished overseeing the transfer. She slept in fits for what remained of the night, waking twice to check the door was still barred, and finally gave up on rest altogether when grey light started to creep in around the curtains.By midmorning, the palace was operating as though nothing had happened at all, courtiers moving through the corridors with the same practiced composure as any other day, and Wren understood, with a kind of tired disgust, that this was simply how Nocthaven functioned. Whatever violence occurred behind closed doors, the court's surface stayed smooth, because a smooth surface was easier to control than an honest one.Alaric found her in the gardens in the early afternoon, the same quiet corner she had cla
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Chapter: The First BladeThe attack came eight days later, in the hour before dawn, when the palace was at its quietest and Wren was at her least prepared for it.She had fallen into an uneasy rhythm since the conversation in her rooms, mornings spent enduring court etiquette lessons from a woman named Old Miren who clearly considered the entire assignment beneath her, afternoons spent walking the palace gardens alone because it was the only time of day the corridors were empty enough to think, evenings spent at dinners where Alaric had begun, cautiously, to talk to her about matters more substantial than politeness. She had not decided what to make of him yet. She had decided even less what to make of the fact that she had stopped dreading those dinners the way she had the first night.She woke to the sound of her window shattering.There was no time to think, only to move, the way nine years of training had drummed into her body long before her mind caught up. She rolled off the bed and hit the floor as a s
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Chapter: Beneath the SurfaceThe rooms they gave her overlooked the city rather than the mountains, which Wren supposed was meant as some kind of courtesy and instead felt like the last small cruelty in a day already full of them. She stood at the window long after the palace had gone quiet around her, watching lantern light move along the streets below, and tried to reconcile the beauty of the place with everything it had cost her.She did not hear the door until the second knock, quiet and almost hesitant, nothing like the confident stride she had watched Alaric use to cross the great hall. When she opened it, he was standing in the corridor alone, without Seraphine, without any of the court that had surrounded him all evening, dressed more simply than he had been at dinner."I didn't expect a visit," Wren said, not quite an invitation."I didn't expect to make one." He glanced past her into the room, then back to her face. "May I come in. There are things about the binding you should understand before the coun
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Chapter: The Court of VossThe great hall of House Voss was lit by more candles than Wren had ever seen in one room, and full of more people than she had ever wanted to be looked at by in one room, and she had been standing in the doorway for less than a minute before she decided she hated both of those facts equally.Seraphine had given her exactly enough time to wash the road off herself and change into something the palace staff had laid out for her, dark green fabric that fit closer than anything Wren usually wore and made her feel like she was walking into battle in the wrong armor. She had considered refusing it. She had considered a great many acts of refusal in the hour since she had arrived, and discarded most of them, because her father had not sent her here to make a point. He had sent her here to keep three hundred wolves from dying, and petty defiance over a dress was not going to accomplish that.The hall quieted as she stepped through the doors, not all at once, but in a spreading wave, conversat
Last Updated: 2026-08-18
Chapter: The Road to NocthavenThey left three days later, at first light, with an escort of six wolves Wren had trained beside for most of her life and a wagon full of things her father insisted she would need and she was fairly certain she would not. Garrick rode ahead of the column, already tense in a way that told her he had spent every one of the last three days rehearsing whatever he intended to say to Nocthaven's council when they arrived.Wren rode in silence for most of the first day, watching the mountains she had grown up in fold slowly down into foothills, and then into the flatter, colder country that marked the edge of Blackthorn territory. She had never been this far east. None of the wolves in her escort had, not the young ones anyway, and she could feel their nerves running under the surface of the column like a current, quiet but constant.By the second day the land had changed enough that she barely recognized it as the same country. The trees here grew differently, older and darker, planted in t
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