Novels by Bukunmi Ayo

Kieran's POVThe night was too quiet for war.I lay awake in the barracks as the echoes of her kiss still burned against my lips. Aisla's smell clung to me. It was a mix of smoke, wildflowers and power. The bond hummed steady in my chest, no longer a storm, no longer tearing me apart. For the first time in weeks, it was calm.But the calm frightened me even more than the chaos.I turned to my side and stared at the roof with my fists clenched in the covers. Her power had steadied because of what happened between us. Because of that fragile moment where I had let myself forget the war and the pack and Father.And now I couldn't stop thinking about it. Was I a strength for her or a weakness waiting to be cut down? I found myself in the council chamber at dawn. The air smelled of smoke and wax, and maps were laid on the table with their corners pinned with daggers. The elders muttered in clusters, their robes stiff and their mouths sharper than their claws.Father sat at the head of it

Aisla's POVThe courtyard smelled of sweat, iron, and unease.I stood at its centre, Mora's sharp eyes on me, the pack circling like wary wolves unsure if I was prey or predator. The younger warriors whispered my name like a prayer. The older ones watched in silence, jaws clenched, suspicion coiled tight in their gazes."Again," Mora barked.I raised my hand, fingers trembling, and summoned the shield. Silver light shimmered into a dome around me. My heart hammered in rhythm with the chant running in my head, every word Mora had drilled into me etched into bone.Three warriors charged. Their claws scraped against the dome, sparks flying. The shield held for a breath. Then one wolf slammed harder, and cracks raced across the surface like lightning splitting stone.I gasped, sweat dripping down my back."Don't let it break!" Mora snapped. "You are Moonblood! You hold, or you fall!"The words struck like claws. My jaw locked, and I forced the shield back into place, pouring every thread

Thorne's POVThey whispered her name like a prayer.I heard it before I saw her. The courtyard was thick with torch smoke, wolves packed shoulder to shoulder, eyes raised high. Moonblood. Aisla. Luna. The words rolled against stone walls like waves, growing louder with every heartbeat.And I, Alpha of this pack, sat on the hall's high steps, jaw clenched tightly from pain.She had returned.She had dared to return.When the warriors limped through the gates, her shadow behind them, the pack bowed their heads as if the Goddess herself walked among them. My wolves, my wolves, lowered their eyes not to me, but her.My wolf howled, but I kept it hidden. Not yet.I rose slowly, squared my shoulders, and stepped forward. My voice cut through the whispers, sharp as a whip."You see her here," I said. "Do you think this is a chance? Do you think the Moonblood wanders at random?"The crowd went silent."This," I thundered, "was my command. My plan. Did you think your Alpha was blind to his pa

Mora's POVThe girl was pacing again. I sat on the bench in the heart of the grove and watched her. Her bare feet stomped the ground, and her hair was tangled from restless nights. She wore the bond like a cloak…warm, intoxicating, and dangerous.The triplets had touched her, giving her strength without even realising it. Now that power seethed beneath her skin, simmering like a storm. But storms were wild, and wild things could destroy just as easily as they saved."You're restless," I said quietly. My voice didn't rise, but she looked at me.The firelight sharpened her face, revealing a change I hadn't seen before. She was different every day."I can't stay here, Mora," she said with urgency. "They need me. The warriors, the pack, the bond…" She stopped, pressing her lips tight like she feared the words."The bond," I repeated softly. "I feel it weighing on you."Her hands clenched. "It's stronger when I'm with them. When I let it happen. With Lucien, Caelan, and even Kieran. It fee

Thorne's POVThey said her name in the courtyard."Aisla."The sound rattled through the pack house like a poison I could not swallow, yet it was pushed into my face every waking moment. I stood in the dark corner of my chamber as the whispers carried through stone and timber. They no longer said her name with disgust any more. It was worshipped like a prayer.The Moonblood had stepped onto the battlefield.And worse… she had saved them.And even worse, I knew nothing about it. The warriors who bled for me now owed their lives to her. My sons who should stand as proof of my strength had faltered and she steadied them.I smashed the glass of wine in my hand against the wall and the red wine spread on the floor like blood.She should be mine to control or to crush, not theirs to exalt. Yet the moment her power flared, they forgot their Alpha. They forgot the oaths bound in marrow and name.And now, the council dared summon me.I strode into the chamber, and there they sat… the elders s

Caelan's POVThe fever never left me.By now, the healers already knew it was not just a fever. They thought it was a leash from the goddess herself. But I did not let it stop me. I felt the pull of the bond again that morning, and it called me to the river. Every step I took felt like I was dragging stones behind me. My breath was short, and my skin felt like a clam. The healers said my body needed rest after the last surge of the bond. But rest was not possible when my chest ached like my very heart was missing.The thought gnawed at me until I couldn't stay in the walls. I slipped past the walls and stumbled through the trees as I followed the faint trace of her scent. The river was silver under the moonlight, and its rush was gentle compared to the roar of war that still echoed in my skull. I dropped to my knees at the bank and looked into the water.And then I felt her.Not through the bond this time, not as a distant tug in my chest. She was near. I lifted my head, and ther