Novels by Monday Luisa

Dawn broke over the neutral territory like the world's worst morning, all grey sky and cold wind that carried the scent of violence waiting to happen.Hart stood between Jethro and Lewis, wrapped in a jacket that smelled like Cole and trying very hard not to throw up from anxiety and the residual heat symptoms."This is barbaric," Lewis said for the fifth time, filming everything on his phone because apparently supernatural secrecy was less important than documentation."We should call the actual police, or the FBI, or I don't know, animal control?""The police can't help with werewolf law," Jethro said, his eyes fixed on the clearing where Cole stood waiting, already shirtless despite the cold because apparently werewolf duels had a dress code."And if you try to leave this area before the duel is finished, the perimeter guards will knock you unconscious and drag you back."Hart's wrist throbbed where the totem mark was under his skin, and he could feel Cole across the distance.The

Twenty-four hours after Liam's ultimatum, Hart discovered that werewolf heat cycles were not, in fact, a metaphor, and he was going to murder Cole Haanshil for downplaying exactly how bad this was going to be."I'm fine," Hart lied through gritted teeth, clutching the edge of the bathroom sink while his entire body felt like it was burning from the inside out.His reflection looked like hell, his pupils is wider, and he was sweating through his third shirt of the day."Perfectly fine, nothing to worry about.""You're absolutely not fine," Lewis Sekwig his Bestfriend said from the doorway with crossed arms, he's wearing his investigative journalist face that meant he was mentally cataloging everything for the exposé he'd probably write if they survived this."You look like you're dying, and also I just watched you nearly tackle Cole in the hallway because apparently you can smell him from three floors away now."Hart splashed cold water on his face, which helped for approximately four

The pack meeting hall looked like someone had crossed a medieval throne room with a corporate boardroom and added way too many people who could probably rip Hart's head off without breaking a sweat.Hart stood next to Cole on a raised platform, acutely aware that every pair of eyes in the room was fixed on him with varying degrees of hostility, curiosity, and what he really hoped wasn't hunger."This is a terrible idea," Hart muttered under his breath, and Cole's hand pressed briefly against the small of his back in a grounding manner."They need to see you're real and that you're under my protection," Cole said quietly, then raised his voice to address the assembled pack."Most of you already know why we're here, but for those who don't, the Original Bloodline totem has activated after three thousand years, and it chose a human as my fated mate."The hall erupted into chaos. Wolves shouted over each other, some in languages Hart didn't recognize, and the energy in the room has become

Hart woke up to the sound of wolves howling, which was wrong on approximately seventeen different levels because Veilridge City didn't have wolves, and also he was pretty sure he'd just been murdered in his museum's conservation lab.He sat up fast, immediately regretted it when his head protested with a spike of pain, and took stock of his surroundings.He was on a massive bedroom, probably bigger than his entire apartment. The furniture looked hand-carved and somehow ancient expensive.The ceiling was floor-to-ceiling, and it was showing mountains and forest instead of the city skyline. And the howling was getting louder."Okay," Hart said to the empty room, and his voice came out hoarse, "so either I'm dead and hell has really committed to the wilderness lodge aesthetic, or I've been kidnapped by werewolves, which honestly isn't much better, because W.E.R.E.W.O.L.V.E.S… does those even exist."The bedroom door opened, and a man built like a tank walked in carrying a tray.He had si

Glass exploded inward from the skylight, and Hart Santino's first thought was that his night just got significantly worse than dealing with overdue student loans.Three massive figures crashed through the ceiling and landed in the conservation lab like they'd done this a thousand times before, which honestly, given how smoothly they moved, they probably had.Hart stood frozen behind his workstation, still holding the stupid wolf totem he'd been documenting for the past hour, and watched these absolutely giant men brush glass off their shoulders like it was confetti.The alarm system went on immediately, and Hart's brain finally caught up with his survival instincts."Oh shit," he said eloquently, and bolted for the door.He made it approximately three steps before the biggest one appeared in front of him, which was impossible because he'd been across the room half a second ago, but apparently physics had taken the night off along with building security."Give us the totem, little huma