Novels by Moon Runner

Kira'S POV.I sank into the chair beside his bed. For a moment, I simply watched him breathe. The blood had been cleaned, and Erica was right—he didn’t look like one of them. But the mark, that cursed symbol, peeked from beneath the bandage, burning in the corner of my mind.The Midnight Fang. My parents’ killers. The reason I became a doctor—to save lives in a world that took them so easily.I told myself to stand, finish reports, check the supply room. Instead, exhaustion dragged my eyelids down. I rested my arms on the edge of the bed and leaned forward—just for a moment. The next thing I knew, I was drifting off.The hum of the machines blurred. Then the smell changed.Smoke. Blood. Screams.I was back in the pack house. Walls trembled beneath snarls and fire. My mother’s hoarse, desperate voice cut through the chaos.“Run, Kira! Hide!”I turned too late. Large black wolves burst through the door, shifting to human form, the mark blazing on their chests. My father fought and fell.

Kira'S POV.The door burst open. Erica jumped as he strode in, radiating authority and fury in equal measure. Behind him followed Amanda, her lips curved in that faint, cutting smile.“You can’t be in here,” I started. “This is a sterile—”“Don’t tell me where I can and can’t be in my territory,” Alec snapped. His eyes locked onto the man on the table. “This is him?”“Yes,” I said evenly. “Found near our border. Barely alive.”Amanda’s nose wrinkled. “And you brought him here? To our hospital?”“I didn’t,” I said tightly. “The patrol did.”Alec’s gaze snapped to mine, sharp as glass. “Tell me you didn’t treat him, Kira.”My silence was answer enough.His temper cracked. “What have you done?”Amanda stepped forward, her teeth cleanched angrily. “You brought an enemy into our pack? Have you lost your mind?”“I already told you, I didn’t bring him here,” I said, irritation hardening my voice. “But I wasn’t going to let him die.”“You should have!” Amanda spat. “He’s Midnight Fang! You sh

Kira'S POV.I stood there long after the door shut. The echo of his boots faded down the corridor, but the tension stayed.I pressed my palms against the desk, drawing a steady breath. Breathe, Kira.Maya, my wolf, stirred immediately. Her warmth brushed against my thoughts, soft but firm.“Are you really okay?” she asked.“I’m fine,” I said automatically. “He’s gone. That’s all.”“You always say that,” Maya murmured, skeptical. “But your pulse says otherwise.”I forced my shoulders to relax. “I’m fine,” I repeated, even though the lie burned on my tongue.Then it happened. A rush of images struck like lightning as a vision hit me.A trembling hand covered in blood. The metallic scent of iron and rain. Rough bark beneath pale fingers. Torn fabric. And a ring glinting faintly in the dim light.My hand shot out, gripping the desk for balance.“Kira?” Maya’s voice was sharp now, edged with concern.“I—” My breath came short. “I’m fine. Just a stray vision.”She wasn’t convinced. “It’s t

Kira'S POV.The first time I saw a patient’s death before it happened, I thought I was losing my mind. Now, it’s just another day in the clinic.The smell of antiseptic clung to my hands no matter how many times I washed them. It was barely dawn, yet the Night Crescent clinic was already alive with noise—coughs, cries, whispered prayers. This was my battlefield. Not swords or claws. Just medicine, bandages, and lives hanging by a thread.Blood didn’t scare me. The visions did.Every time I closed my eyes, the future bled through. No matter how fiercely I resisted, fate never listened.“Dr. Hale,” a nurse called, pointing to a patient on my left. I gave a single nod before moving toward him.The boy was no older than ten, his skin hot and burning with fever. I adjusted the stethoscope around my neck, then rested a hand on his forehead.The vision hit before I could brace myself.His chest froze beneath my hands. I heard his mother’s scream slicing through the ward. And I stood there, h