Novels by Isabelle Garcia

FionaThe fire did not burn the way fire should.It moved like it was alive. Like it was thinking. It rushed past the warriors and curled around Lucian and Orion, leaving the rest of us standing in a circle of heat and fear. The air smelled sharp and bitter. My eyes burned and my throat hurt, but I could not look away.Lucian stood tall, his shoulders wide, his wolf pushing hard under his skin. Orion stood across from him, half man and half flame, his body flickering like he might disappear any second and then come back stronger.My son screamed behind me.That sound broke something in me.“Stop it,” I shouted. “Both of you stop it now!”Neither of them looked at me.Orion smiled. It was not the smile I remembered from childhood. This one was cruel and sad at the same time.“You see,” Orion said, his voice echoing like it came from deep underground. “Even now he chooses the pack over you.”Lucian growled low. “Do not twist this. I am doing this to end you.”“End me,” Orion laughed sof

FionaThe night did not feel like night anymore. It felt awake. Like the darkness itself had eyes and ears and teeth.Lucian and I stayed on the broken balcony for a long time. Neither of us spoke. Smoke drifted past us in slow lazy curls. The stone under my feet was warm, like the fire had sunk deep into it and refused to leave.Lucian finally stood up. His hands were shaking.“We need to move,” he said quietly. “Before he comes back.”I nodded even though my legs felt weak. Every sound made me flinch. Every shadow made my heart jump.We walked back inside the pack house. The halls looked wounded. Cracks ran through the walls. Burn marks stained the floor. Warriors rushed past us carrying water and injured wolves. Some cried. Some stared ahead with empty eyes.One warrior bowed quickly. “Alpha. The borders are still burning.”Lucian’s jaw tightened. “Send more guards. Double them. No one walks alone.”The warrior nodded and ran off.Lucian turned to me. His eyes softened when he look

FionaI screamed. I did not even know what word came out of my mouth. It could have been Lucian’s name. It could have been Orion’s. It could have been nothing at all. My voice felt small compared to the cold wind and the dark below me.My feet dangled over the edge of the balcony. Stones looked tiny from up there. Too tiny. My heart was beating so fast that it hurt. I could feel my wolf clawing inside me, panicking, crying, begging me to fight.“Lucian please,” I sobbed. “This is me. This is your mate. Look at me.”His hands were tight around my arms. Not gentle. Not loving. His fingers dug into my skin like he was afraid I would disappear. Or maybe like he wanted me to.“You chose him,” Orion’s voice said again through Lucian’s mouth. “You watched me burn. You walked away.”“That’s not true,” I cried. “I tried to save you. I screamed for you. I loved you.”Lucian’s face twitched. His jaw tightened. His eyes flickered yellow then dark then yellow again. For a second I saw my mate ther

FionaEverything felt too fast. Too loud. Too bright. My heart was beating so hard that it almost felt like it would jump right out of my chest. My wolf kept whimpering inside me, saying the same thing over and over again like a broken drum.“He’s not dead. He’s not dead. He’s not dead.”And I could not even push the voice away, because a part of me already knew it was true.Orion was alive. Somehow. Someway. And he was coming for me.The flames around the borderland were still dancing high in the air, burning everything in sight. Wolves were screaming. Some falling and some rising again before falling once more. The heat stung my skin like tiny needles. My fingers shook as I held my son close to my chest. Lucian stood in front of me with a snarl so deep that the ground vibrated.“There! Right there!” a warrior shouted suddenly.Every warrior’s eyes turned to the moving shape inside the flames. Lucian stiffened. My breath caught in my throat. The shape moved closer and closer, until

Three years later,FionaI do not know when it really started. Maybe it was the night the wind sounded like someone crying. Or maybe it was the morning my little boy woke up with tears on his cheeks and said something that made every part of me freeze.“Uncle’s cold.”Just like that. Soft. Like he did not even know the words he said.Lucian turned to me so fast that I almost stepped back. His eyes were wide like he expected me to explain it. But how was I supposed to explain something I did not understand myself. I only reached for my son. He climbed into my arms quickly and hid his face on my shoulder like the world was too heavy for him.“Maybe he was dreaming,” Lucian whispered. But his voice shook too.I nodded but I knew he was not dreaming. I knew it in the deepest part of my chest because I heard it too, sometimes, when everything was silent. A voice. A voice that sounded like Orion but also did not sound like him. A voice that felt like it was made of smoke and fire and old pa

FionaOrion.It can’t be. It’s impossible. He burned. I saw the flames consume him. I watched that fire eat through every piece of him until there was nothing left.But those eyes… I’d know them anywhere.The warrior beside me grips his sword tighter. “Should I pursue, Luna?”I couldn’t even answer. My lips parted, but the words refused to come out of it. In that moment of fear and hesitation, the figure turns and it vanishes into the fog behind the tree lines, disappearing as if the forest swallowed it whole.“Wait—!” I take a step forward, but the warrior’s hand catches my arm.“Whatever that was, it is gone now, Luna,” he says, scanning the area cautiously. “It might’ve even been a stray rogue.”No. No. I shook my head absentmindedly. It wasn't. I can still feel it—the weight of that gaze, the silent accusation buried in those eyes. It’s……terrifying. By the time we get back to the pack house, the image of that wolf has somehow burned itself into my mind like a scar that refuses to

ELAINAMarcus’s screams tore through the clearing like a dying animal. His body convulsed. His skin started to crack like old pottery. Purple light poured from the cracks, burning him from the inside out.“Raven!” I screamed. “Stop! You will kill him!”But my daughter did not hear me. Her eyes glowed brighter. The purple magic swirled faster around her tiny body. Her black hair whipped around her face like she was standing in a storm.“He tried to hurt you, Mama,” Raven said. Her voice sounded wrong. Deeper. Older. Like someone else was speaking through her. “Bad people must be punished.”“Baby, please!” I stumbled toward her, ignoring the pain in my burned hands. “You have to stop! This is not you!”Ryker crawled out of the broken cage. His green eyes were wide with fear as he watched his sister.“Raven?” he called softly. “Raven, you are scaring me.”That made Raven blink. The purple glow in her eyes flickered. Her head turned slowly toward her brother.“Ryker?” she whispered. Her v

ELAINAThe dagger never reached Monica’s heart.Troy burst free from the warriors holding him down. His body exploded into his wolf form mid-leap. Bones cracked. Fur sprouted. His massive gray wolf slammed into Marcus like a boulder.They crashed to the ground in a tangle of teeth and claws. The silver dagger flew from Marcus’s hand and landed in the dirt near my feet.I grabbed it without thinking. The silver burned my already wounded palms but I held it tight. The pain helped me focus. Helped me push through the shock of everything I just learned.Melissa was Aiden’s mother. Which meant my pups were her grandchildren. Which meant this whole twisted mess was even worse than I thought.“Stop them!” Melissa shouted to her Creekwood warriors. “Kill the beta! Kill them all!”The clearing erupted into chaos again. Wolves crashed into each other. Blood sprayed across the grass. The metallic smell filled the air, mixing with the scent of dirt and sweat and fear.I crawled toward Aiden. He w

ELAINA“NO!” I screamed.My body moved before my brain could think. I threw myself in front of Aiden just as the dark magic spear shot through the air.The magic hit me square in the chest.Pain exploded through my entire body. It felt like a thousand knives stabbing me at once. Like fire and ice mixing together inside my veins. I screamed so loud my throat felt like it would tear apart.I flew backward and crashed into a tree. The bark cracked under the force. My head smacked against the wood. Stars danced in my vision.Everything hurt. Everything burned.But I was alive.I looked down at my chest, expecting to see a huge hole. But there was nothing. Just a black mark on my skin that glowed faintly.“Impossible,” Melissa hissed. Her green eyes were wide with shock. “That spell should have killed you instantly.”I tried to stand but my legs shook like leaves in the wind. My whole body felt wrong. Weak. Like something inside me had broken.Through blurry eyes, I saw Aiden crawling towa

ELAINA The alarm bells screamed across Creekwood territory like angry ghosts. The sound pierced through my wolf ears so loudly I wanted to howl in pain. But I kept running. My paws hit the ground hard and fast. Dirt flew up behind me. The smell of pine trees and wet earth filled my nose.Troy ran beside me, his massive gray wolf almost twice my size. Behind us, twenty warriors followed in perfect formation. Their growls mixed with the sound of our paws thundering against the forest floor.We had maybe ten minutes before Creekwood warriors surrounded us. Ten minutes to find my babies and get out.Ten minutes that would decide if my pups lived or died.My wolf pushed harder. Faster. The trees became a blur of green and brown. The morning sun felt hot on my fur. My tongue hung out as I panted, but I did not slow down.Then suddenly, through the mind link that connected me to Aiden, I felt something.Pain.Sharp, terrible pain that made my legs stumble. I crashed into a tree trunk and ye

ElainaThe name burned in my mouth like hot coal. Melissa. My stepmother. The woman who pretended to care about me while sleeping with the man I was supposed to marry. The woman who probably helped plan my exile. The woman who ruined everything.“Melissa,” I repeated, staring at the blue fabric in my trembling hands. “That witch has my babies.”Aiden’s face went hard like stone. “Who is Melissa?”I looked up at him. “My stepmother. The Luna of Creekwood pack. She married my father after my mother died.”Something flashed in Aiden’s eyes. Something dark and dangerous. His jaw clenched so tight I heard his teeth grind together.“Melissa from Creekwood,” he said slowly, like he was tasting each word. “Describe her.”“Why does that matter?” I snapped. “We are wasting time!”“Just tell me!” His voice was sharp. Commanding.I wanted to argue, but something in his face made me stop. He looked almost scared. No, not scared. Haunted.“She has long black hair,” I said quickly. “Green eyes. Pale

ElainaMy legs moved before my brain could think. I was running. Running so fast that the wind slapped my face hard. My bare feet pounded against the cold floor. I did not care that I was still wearing the bloodstained dress from Aiden’s surgery. I did not care that healers were shouting behind me. I did not care about anything except finding my babies.“Raven! Ryker!” I screamed their names so loud my throat burned.Monica ran beside me, her face red and wet with tears. “I am sorry, Elaina. I am so sorry. I only left them for a few minutes. Just a few minutes to get them food and—”“Where?” I cut her off. My voice was sharp like a knife. “Where were they last?”“The west wing. Near the servant quarters. I hid them in a storage room because I thought no one would look there.”We burst through a door and into a hallway that smelled like old wood and dust. My wolf was clawing inside me. She wanted out. She wanted blood. She wanted to rip apart whoever took our pups.I could feel her pus