LOGINAshton, a powerful Alpha, has rejected his fated Luna, Ava, believing their bond will make him weak. But Ava's magic is growing stronger, and the pull between them is undeniable. When a dangerous mission forces them into close quarters, the tension between them ignites-along with deadly secrets that could tear them apart. In a world full of betrayal and ancient power, can they resist the bond pulling them together? Or will the flames of desire and destiny consume them both?
View MoreThe morning mist clung like a second skin as Ava mounted her horse. The breath of dawn curled in silver wisps across the ground, obscuring the trail ahead. Behind her, Ashton adjusted his saddle while Brielle checked the enchantments layered on their packs. Kellan grumbled about cursed mountains and ancient prophecies under his breath, but his eyes were sharp.They were ready.Or as ready as they could be.Nova's Rest faded into the background as they began their journey northeast, toward Mount Obscura—an ancient peak wrapped in legend and silence. Few dared speak its name. Fewer still returned from it."Do you think the ley lines will guide us?" Ashton asked as the forest canopy swallowed them whole.Ava's fingers brushed against the Moonfire pendant at her throat. "They already are."The ley lines pulsed like faint heartbeats beneath their feet—pulling Ava forward. Not forcefully, but insistently. As if something within the mountain had been waiting.And now it stirred.They travele
The morning after the celebrations faded into memory, Ava found herself standing at the gates of a place she had only seen in dreams.The village of Lunareth.Or what remained of it.Nestled in a remote valley tucked between the twin ridges of the Verdant Spine, Lunareth had once been the haven of Moonfire-born wolves—those who had lived in harmony with the ley lines, not as wielders, but as conduits. It was the last place her mother had called home before the slaughter that marked Ava's exile to the human world.Now, the valley whispered of memory. Stone foundations peeked through ivy and moss. Wildflowers burst defiantly through cracked cobblestone. The scent of rain-soaked earth lingered in the air like a benediction."Are you sure about this?" Ashton asked quietly beside her."Yes," Ava said, her eyes fixed on a half-toppled archway at the center of the ruins. "I need to see it for myself."Behind them, Brielle and Kellan waited with their horses. Cassian and Lysandra had remained
The journey back to the Citadel of Elders was quieter than anyone expected. No monstrous wails echoed across the Deadlands. No unnatural storms shadowed their path. The cracked, once-ashen land showed timid signs of recovery—green sprigs pushing through dust, skies tinged with the warm hues of dawn.But the silence carried its own weight.Ava sat atop a dark mare provided by Kaelin, wrapped in a travel cloak as the party rode in deliberate formation. Her thoughts churned like rivers swollen with rain. Every mile put more distance between her and the Nexus—and every mile brought her closer to the consequences of what they had done.They'd won.But what did winning even mean now?Darius broke the quiet first. "The Council will want proof.""They'll get it," Lysandra said, tone clipped as usual. She rode just ahead, her golden armor still flecked with blood and scorch marks. "They'll feel it in the ley lines. Magic is flowing again.""They won't just want confirmation that the Void is go
The ground trembled beneath Ava's boots as the group stepped into the tower's hollow heart. The stone door, once glowing with spectral energy, had gone still—waiting. Behind it lay the Nexus: the source of all ley magic, the convergence of every ley line on the continent, the heartbeat of Aether itself.Ava stood at the front, her blood-slick palm still warm with residual magic. The others waited behind her—Ashton, his arm lightly brushing hers, Darius in solemn silence, Lysandra unreadable, Kaelin tense but steady, and Rhian whispering a quiet prayer to gods they'd long stopped believing in.Mira and Elen flanked the rear, ready for anything.She pressed her hand to the cold obsidian door once more. This time, the magic recognized her willingly.It opened without resistance.A gust of air escaped from the chamber beyond, carrying not the stench of rot or corruption but something ancient—raw magic, pure and unbound, like inhaling lightning. The pressure dropped instantly. Magic coiled












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