Novels by Sandra Morgan

NoahThe morning light was cold and grey as they led Lucas through the gates of Silvercrest.I stood on the wall, watching him go. Little Elias was in my arms, his silver eyes blinking up at me with innocent curiosity. The wind was sharp, carrying the scent of rain and distant pine. I held Elias close, feeling the warmth of his body against mine, a small comfort in the cold morning air.Lucas walked slowly, his chains clanking with each step. His head was bowed, his shoulders slumped. He looked nothing like the confident Beta who had once stood beside Adrian, commanding respect and authority. He looked like a broken man, a shadow of who he used to be. His clothes were torn, his face pale and gaunt.Adrian was beside me, his hand resting on my back. "Are you okay?"I shook my head, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know. I should feel satisfied. He betrayed us. He helped Clara. He tried to destroy everything we built. He almost took everything from us."Adrian was quiet for a m

NoahThe great hall was packed.I stood beside Adrian on the dais, little Elias in my arms, watching as the guards dragged Clara through the center of the hall. Her chains clanked against the stone floor, her tattered robe dragging behind her. Her hair was a tangled mess, her face gaunt and hollow.But her eyes still burned with defiance.The pack had gathered to witness her sentencing. Hundreds of wolves watched in silence, their faces hard with hatred and satisfaction. Elena stood at the front of the crowd, her hands clasped together.Adrian stepped forward, his voice carrying through the hall. "Clara Whitmore, you have been found guilty of treason, conspiracy, and attempted murder. You tried to destroy this pack. You tried to kill my mate. You tried to steal my child."Clara laughed bitterly. "You think you've won? You think this is over?"Adrian's expression hardened. "This is over. Your family's conspiracy ends today."Clara spat at his feet. "You're nothing, Adrian. You were alw

NoahThe training yard was bathed in golden morning light.I sat on a stone bench at the edge of the yard, little Elias on my lap, watching Adrian move through his forms. His sword was a blur of silver, his movements precise and powerful. Sweat glistened on his brow, his muscles coiled with controlled strength. The morning air was crisp and clean, carrying the scent of dew and earth.Elias squirmed in my lap, his silver eyes fixed on his father. His tiny hands reached out, grasping at the air, as if he wanted to join in. The silver light beneath his skin pulsed softly, a gentle rhythm that matched my heartbeat.Adrian completed his routine and turned to face us, a smile spreading across his face. "Did you see that, son?"Elias babbled excitedly, his arms waving. I laughed, pressing a kiss to his head. "I think he wants to try. Look at him, he's already reaching for your sword."Adrian crossed the yard and knelt in front of us. His eyes were bright with love, his face soft in a way I h

NoahI woke to the sound of growling.For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. The sound was low, rumbling, coming from somewhere in the room. I sat up, my heart pounding, scanning the darkness.Little Elias was in his bassinet, his tiny body tense, his silver eyes glowing in the dim light. The sound was coming from him."Adrian," I whispered, shaking his shoulder. "Wake up."Adrian stirred, his eyes fluttering open. "What is it?"I pointed at the bassinet. "Elias. He's... growling."Adrian sat up, his eyes widening. The baby's small chest was heaving, his tiny fists clenched. The silver light beneath his skin was pulsing brightly, illuminating the room with an ethereal glow."What's happening to him?" I asked, my voice tight with fear.Adrian reached out, his hand hovering over the baby. "I don't know. But I can feel it. His wolf. It's waking up."I felt a chill run down my spine. "He's too young. He's only a few months old."Adrian shook his head. "He's not like other children, Noah.

NoahThe morning after the bonding ceremony, I woke to the sound of celebration echoing through the palace walls.I lay in bed for a moment, feeling the warmth of Adrian's arm draped across my waist. The silver light beneath my skin pulsed softly, a gentle rhythm that matched my heartbeat. Little Elias was sleeping peacefully in his bassinet, his tiny chest rising and falling with each breath. The morning light streamed through the curtains, casting golden patterns across the floor.Adrian stirred beside me, his eyes fluttering open. A slow smile spread across his face when he saw me awake. "Good morning, Luna."I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. "Good morning, husband."He pulled me closer, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Are you ready for today? The whole pack is waiting."I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle in my bones. "I think so. I hope so."The pack had gathered in the great hall to formally welcome me as their Luna. I stood at the en

NoahThe morning of the summer solstice dawned bright and golden.I stood in my chambers, staring at my reflection in the mirror. The dress I wore was white and flowing, embroidered with delicate silver thread that caught the light. The silver light beneath my skin pulsed softly, a gentle rhythm that matched my heartbeat.Elena stood behind me, adjusting the small crown of flowers on my head. "You look beautiful," she said softly. "Absolutely beautiful."I smiled, but my hands were trembling. "I'm nervous."Elena squeezed my shoulder. "That's normal. Everyone is nervous on their bonding day."I shook my head. "It's not just the ceremony. It's everything. The pack is watching. The future is waiting."Elena pulled me into a gentle hug. "You're ready, Noah. You've been ready for a long time."I nodded, feeling the warmth of her words settle in my heart. "Thank you, Elena. For everything."She smiled. "Now let's go. Adrian is waiting."The great hall was filled with wolves. The pack had g

NoahDas Morgenlicht war kalt und grau, als sie Lucas durch die Tore von Silvercrest führten.Ich stand auf der Mauer und sah ihm nach. Der kleine Elias war in meinen Armen, seine silbernen Augen blinzelten mich unschuldig neugierig an. Der Wind war scharf und trug den Duft von Regen und fernen Kiefern heran. Ich hielt Elias fest an mich gedrückt und spürte die Wärme seines Körpers an meinem, ein kleiner Trost in der kalten Morgenluft.Lucas ging langsam, seine Ketten klirrten bei jedem Schritt. Sein Kopf war gesenkt, seine Schultern hingen schlaff herunter. Er sah überhaupt nicht mehr aus wie der selbstbewusste Beta, der einst an Adrians Seite gestanden und Respekt und Autorität einflößend ausgestrahlt hatte. Er wirkte wie ein gebrochener Mann, nur noch ein Schatten seiner selbst. Seine Kleidung war zerrissen, sein Gesicht bleich und hager.Adrian stand neben mir, seine Hand ruhte auf meinem Rücken. „Alles in Ordnung?“Ich schüttelte den Kopf, meine Stimme kaum hörbar. „Ich weiß nich

NoahDie große Halle war überfüllt.Ich stand neben Adrian auf dem Podium, den kleinen Elias im Arm, und sah zu, wie die Wachen Clara durch die Mitte der Halle zerrten. Ihre Ketten klirrten auf dem Steinboden, ihr zerfetztes Gewand schleifte hinter ihr her. Ihr Haar war ein verfilztes Durcheinander, ihr Gesicht hager und eingefallen.Doch ihre Augen brannten noch immer vor Trotz.Das Rudel hatte sich versammelt, um ihrer Urteilsverkündung beizuwohnen. Hunderte von Wölfen beobachteten schweigend das Geschehen, ihre Gesichter verhärtet vor Hass und Genugtuung. Elena stand an der Spitze der Menge, die Hände gefaltet.Adrian trat vor, seine Stimme hallte durch die Halle. „Clara Whitmore, du wurdest des Hochverrats, der Verschwörung und des versuchten Mordes für schuldig befunden. Du hast versucht, dieses Rudel zu vernichten. Du hast versucht, meine Gefährtin zu töten. Du hast versucht, mir mein Kind zu rauben.“Clara lachte bitter auf. „Du glaubst, du hast gewonnen? Du glaubst, das ist vo

NoahDer Trainingsplatz war in goldenes Morgenlicht getaucht.Ich saß auf einer Steinbank am Rand des Hofes, den kleinen Elias auf dem Schoß, und beobachtete Adrian bei seinen Übungen. Sein Schwert blitzte silbern auf, seine Bewegungen waren präzise und kraftvoll. Schweiß glänzte auf seiner Stirn, seine Muskeln waren von kontrollierter Stärke angespannt. Die Morgenluft war frisch und klar und trug den Duft von Tau und Erde.Elias wand sich auf meinem Schoß, seine silbernen Augen auf seinen Vater gerichtet. Seine kleinen Hände streckten sich aus, griffen in die Luft, als wollte er mitmachen. Das silberne Licht unter seiner Haut pulsierte sanft, ein zarter Rhythmus, der mit meinem Herzschlag übereinstimmte.Adrian beendete sein Programm und wandte sich uns zu, ein Lächeln breitete sich auf seinem Gesicht aus. „Hast du das gesehen, mein Junge?“Elias plapperte aufgeregt und fuchtelte mit den Armen. Ich lachte und drückte ihm einen Kuss auf den Kopf. „Ich glaube, er will es versuchen. Sie

NoahIch wachte vom Geräusch eines Knurrens auf.Einen Moment lang dachte ich, ich träume. Das Geräusch war leise, grollend und kam irgendwo aus dem Zimmer. Ich richtete mich auf, mein Herz hämmerte, und suchte die Dunkelheit ab.Der kleine Elias lag in seinem Bettchen, sein winziger Körper angespannt, seine silbernen Augen leuchteten im Dämmerlicht. Das Geräusch kam von ihm.„Adrian“, flüsterte ich und rüttelte an seiner Schulter. „Wach auf.“Adrian rührte sich, seine Augenlider flatterten auf. „Was ist los?“Ich deutete auf das Babybett. „Elias. Er... knurrt.“Adrian richtete sich auf, seine Augen weiteten sich. Der kleine Brustkorb des Babys hob und senkte sich, seine winzigen Fäustchen waren geballt. Das silberne Licht unter seiner Haut pulsierte hell und tauchte den Raum in ein ätherisches Leuchten."Was passiert mit ihm?", fragte ich mit vor Angst bebender Stimme.Adrian streckte die Hand aus, sie schwebte über dem Baby. „Ich weiß es nicht. Aber ich kann es spüren. Sein Wolf. Er

NoahAm Morgen nach der Zeremonie zur Eheschließung erwachte ich vom Klang der Feierlichkeiten, der durch die Palastmauern hallte.Ich lag einen Moment im Bett und spürte die Wärme von Adrians Arm um meine Taille. Das silberne Licht unter meiner Haut pulsierte sanft, ein zarter Rhythmus, der mit meinem Herzschlag verschmolz. Der kleine Elias schlief friedlich in seinem Bettchen, sein winziger Brustkorb hob und senkte sich mit jedem Atemzug. Das Morgenlicht strömte durch die Vorhänge und warf goldene Muster auf den Boden.Adrian rührte sich neben mir, seine Augenlider flatterten auf. Ein langsames Lächeln breitete sich auf seinem Gesicht aus, als er mich wach sah. „Guten Morgen, Luna.“Ich lächelte und spürte, wie sich eine Wärme in meiner Brust ausbreitete. „Guten Morgen, mein Mann.“Er zog mich näher an sich heran und drückte mir einen Kuss auf die Stirn. „Bist du bereit für heute? Das ganze Rudel wartet.“Ich holte tief Luft und spürte, wie die Bedeutung des Augenblicks mir in die K

NoahDer Morgen der Sommersonnenwende dämmerte hell und golden.Ich stand in meinen Gemächern und betrachtete mein Spiegelbild. Mein Kleid war weiß und fließend, bestickt mit zarten Silberfäden, die das Licht einfingen. Das silberne Licht unter meiner Haut pulsierte sanft, ein zarter Rhythmus, der mit meinem Herzschlag harmonierte.Elena stand hinter mir und rückte den kleinen Blumenkranz auf meinem Kopf zurecht. „Du siehst wunderschön aus“, sagte sie leise. „Absolut wunderschön.“Ich lächelte, aber meine Hände zitterten. „Ich bin nervös.“Elena drückte meine Schulter. „Das ist normal. Jeder ist nervös an seinem Kennenlerntag.“Ich schüttelte den Kopf. „Es geht nicht nur um die Zeremonie. Es geht um alles. Das Rudel schaut zu. Die Zukunft wartet.“Elena zog mich in eine sanfte Umarmung. „Du bist bereit, Noah. Du bist schon lange bereit.“Ich nickte und spürte, wie die Wärme ihrer Worte mein Herz durchdrang. „Danke, Elena. Für alles.“Sie lächelte. „Na los. Adrian wartet.“Die große Ha

DERICK'S POVMy mother.The word echoed in my head, hollow and strange. I'd spent my whole life without one, building walls around the empty space where she should have been. My father never spoke of her. The few photographs I'd found were hidden away, locked in drawers I wasn't supposed to open. I'd learned early not to ask questions. Not to want things I couldn't have.And now she was standing in front of me, clapping like she'd just watched a particularly good show."Hello, Derick," she said again. "You were wonderful out there."I couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Ciel's hand found mine, his grip steady and warm."Who are you?" I managed."I told you. I'm your mother." She stepped closer, her heels clicking against the concrete. "Elena Blackwood. Though I believe your father had me erased from the family records.""You left.""I was taken from you." Her smile faded, replaced by something harder. "Your father couldn't stand the thought of me influencing you. He said I was too soft, to

DERICK'S POVThe first lift nearly killed me.Not literally, but close enough. Ciel had been patient, explaining the mechanics for the tenth time while I stood on the ice, my legs already burning from two hours of edge work. He made it look effortless when he demonstrated, his body arcing through the air like it weighed nothing. Then he'd land, glide back to me, and say, "Your turn."I'd grab his waist, try to hoist him, and we'd both end up in a heap on the ice."You're thinking too much," Jess called from the boards. "Stop analyzing and just do it.""I am doing it.""You're lifting with your arms. Use your legs. Your core. Everything."I tried again. Ciel jumped. I caught him. For one glorious second, he was airborne, suspended above me, his gray eyes wide with surprise. Then my skate caught an edge, and we went down.He landed on top of me, his elbow in my ribs, his breath warm against my face."You almost had it," he said."I almost died.""Same thing."I laughed, despite the pain

DERICK'S POVWarren's finger hovered over the remote.The rink was silent except for the hum of the old compressor and the distant sound of that engine getting closer. Ciel's hand was cold in mine, his body pressed against my back like he was trying to shield me from what was coming."You have ten seconds," Warren said. "Give me the evidence, and I'll let you walk away. Refuse, and your father and Eli become collateral damage."I could feel Ciel trembling against me. Not from fear. From rage."You're lying," Ciel said. "You wouldn't blow up the cabin. The evidence is in there. You need it."Warren's smile didn't waver. "I don't need the evidence. I need it destroyed. There's a difference."The engine outside grew louder. Headlights swept across the rink windows, cutting through the dim light. Warren's eyes flicked toward the sound, just for a second.That was all I needed.I lunged.My shoulder caught Warren in the chest, sending us both crashing onto the ice. The remote flew from his

DERICK'S POVThe figure on the ice was gone before I could blink.I stood on the porch, my heart pounding, staring at the empty stretch of frozen lake where someone had been standing just moments before. The sun had dipped below the treeline, casting long shadows across the snow. There was no sign of anyone. No footprints. Nothing."Derick?" Ciel's voice pulled me back. "What is it?"I turned to look at him. His silver hair caught the fading light, his gray eyes searching my face. He looked tired, worn down by everything we'd learned today. But beneath the exhaustion, there was something new. A fire I hadn't seen before."Nothing," I said. "Just thought I saw something."He stepped onto the porch beside me, following my gaze to the lake. "What kind of something?""A person. On the ice. They waved at me."Ciel's expression didn't change, but I saw his jaw tighten. "Warren?""I don't know. They were too far away."He was quiet for a moment. Then he reached out and took my hand. "We'll d

CIEL'S POVThe car ride to the cabin took longer than expected. The roads were slick with ice, and my father drove slowly, his hands gripping the wheel like he was afraid the car might disappear if he let go. I sat in the back seat with Derick, my hand in his, my mind still reeling from everything he'd told us.A sister. A twin. Dead before I could even remember her.I wanted to ask more questions. I wanted to demand answers. But every time I opened my mouth, the words caught in my throat. So I just stared out the window, watching the frozen landscape blur past, and tried to process the impossible.Derick squeezed my hand. "You okay?""No." I looked at him. "But I will be."He didn't push. He just held on.We stopped at a small motel about an hour from Lake Placid. My father said we needed rest before facing Eli. I didn't argue. I was too tired to fight, too hollow to think.The room was small and cold, with two beds and a radiator that barely worked. Leo and Jess took one bed. Derick

CIEL'S POVThe parking lot was empty when my mother found me.I'd walked out of the administration building alone, needing a moment to breathe. Derick had stayed behind with Leo and Jess, talking to the board about next steps. The sky was gray and heavy, promising more snow. I stood by the frozen fountain, my breath clouding in the cold, and tried to remember what it felt like to be free.I heard her heels before I saw her. That sharp, precise click against the pavement. The sound that had haunted my childhood, signaling either praise or punishment."Ciel."I turned. She stood a few feet away, her black coat buttoned to her throat, her face a mask of controlled fury. The security guards had released her after questioning. No charges yet. But the investigation was ongoing."Mother.""Don't call me that." Her voice was ice. "Not after what you did in there."I didn't flinch. I was done flinching."What I did was tell the truth. Something you've never been brave enough to do."She laughe