Novels by Boniface Joy

SELIORA POVI couldn’t believe I was on the run.Not of the sort that's too dramatic, pursued by the entire world and everything. But still, I had run. Now, I was perched high in the thick branches of an old oak, my body pressed against the hard trunk as the thick leaves hid me. I had used a concealing paste of my own making on my neck, arms, wrists, and elbows, hiding my scent from the keen noses of Kaelion's soldiers.And now, I waited.Frustration gnawed at me.I needed to alert my parents. They were going to return late tomorrow, but anything could happen before then. I needed to tell them, explain what had happened, what was happening.My heart knotted at the thought of my little brother.Thalric.I’d searched for him. In the packhouse but he hadn’t anywhere.I had failed.Guilt hung like an anchor in my chest, weighing me down until I could barely breathe. It was my fault he was in danger. My responsibility. My duty. I was his sister.And yet, I’d failed him. He could be dead.

KAELION POVI was furious. At everything. At everyone. At myself. At this godforsaken pack. At its absent Alpha. At the Alpha’s daughter. At the damn Moon Goddess.I’d have to give credit where credit was due though; the Alpha's daughter was a devious little bitch. I hadn't anticipated it. She'd appeared harmless, frail even, but she'd moved with lightning speed. Too quickly. I’d underestimated her.Never again.I’d sent my best trackers after her the moment she fled, telling them to return her however far she might hide. She would not be roaming free for long.But for now, I waited.I was waiting for her parents. Waiting for their return so I could finally have my revenge.I opened the Alpha's office doors with too much force, causing them to slam against the walls as I strode in. The room was dimly lit, with high bookshelves lining the walls, the scent of old paper and ink mixed with the lingering smell of blood that had seeped into the wooden floors. Thick curtains were draped

SELIORA POVTerror sat heavy in my chest, icy and suffocating, as my gaze met Kaelion's furious eyes. He wasn't bluffing. This was truly happening.I didn't pause, shoving my way past him and taking off in a sprint for the heart of the battle. The heavy smell of smoke, blood, and death hung thick, growing stronger with every pounding heartbeat. The accusations against my father were still tangled in a bewildering mess in my mind, but I couldn't afford to think about that right now. I had one and only one priority at the moment: defending my pack.I let out an angry snarl as I flung myself into the fight.Kaelion's soldiers came at me, and I met them with lethal precision. My claws ripped out the throat of the first wolf before he could react, his body dropping as I spun into combat against the next. I dodged a blade thrust towards my ribs, striking back with a brutal kick that sent my attacker crashing. The battle was a whirlwind of rage, claws, teeth, and steel ringing out under the

SELIORA POVFor a brief moment, my mind refused to make sense of what was happening. Alpha Kaelion.He was already mated, wasn’t he? I had listened to the stories, spoken hushed rumours of his steadfast loyalty to his Luna, of the intensity with which he defended his pack. And still, here he stood, his presence dominating, his strong aura splitting the air.Why was he here?Before I could find my voice, Kaelion's deep bellow shattered the tense silence.“Where is the Alpha of Ember Fang?" His growl circulated the room and his obvious rage was oppressive. Since my father wasn’t around, I would take his place. I straightened up, rolling my shoulders back, and planted myself firmly before him. I would not back down before anyone, not even him. "That would be me at the moment," I said. "What's the problem, Alpha Kaelion?”Kaelion turned his amber, smoking eyes on me, and for the first time, I saw the unadulterated rage brewing behind them. His lip lifted in a snarl, his entire body tre

SELIORA POVI clenched my jaw and fired a series of rapid jabs at the sturdy oak tree in front of me. My bruised knuckles didn't sense the pain. The tree's bark fractured beneath my furious strikes, yet I didn’t relent. Jab, uppercut, swipe with my claws, my strikes were quick, smooth, and deadly. My breaths came in quick gasps, my body shining with sweat as I swung again. I needed this. The empty repetition, the pain in my muscles—it kept me from thinking. From remembering."Seliora," a voice spoke behind me.I drew a sharp breath, fingers curling into fists before I turned. Desa, the matron of the pack house, had stopped two feet away, her hands softly clasped in front of her. She was expressionless, but those piercing eyes betrayed a trace of disapproval. I wiped the sweat off my forehead with my palm. "What is it?" "It's time to prepare."I frowned. "Prepare for what?"Desa's face was pointed. "The Mating Ball."The words sliced through like a chilly slap and understanding sett