LOGINAstrid’s life ended in blood and betrayal. Her second chance begins in the pages of a book she once read—Blood and Moonlight, a world where ancient vampires and fierce werewolves wage a war older than the moon itself.Reborn in the body of a doomed noble girl whose death will ignite the coming carnage, Astrid must outwit fate itself to survive. Every whispered promise hides a blade, every stolen glance could be a trap, and the line between love and danger is razor-thin.But the deeper she steps into the game of predators, the more she realizes someone here knows the truth about her past life—someone who might be the very killer who ended it.Survival means rewriting the story.Love might mean losing her soul.And in a world ruled by fangs and claws, Astrid will have to decide—Will she be prey… or predator?
View MoreThe day smelled of roses and rain. Morning light spilled through the arched windows of the Moonspire Cathedral, catching on the silver banners that draped from the high ceilings. The banners bore two crests side by side — the wolf sigil of Kael’s house and the moonlit rose of the vampire court. I stood in the small chamber just off the main hall, my hands resting against the carved wooden dressing table. My reflection stared back at me, framed by the delicate lace veil draped over my dark hair. The gown I wore was unlike anything I’d ever imagined for myself — midnight silk that caught the light with every shift, embroidered with silver thread in the shape of curling vines and running wolves. “You look like the kind of woman who could topple a kingdom,” a voice drawled from the doorway. I turned to find Lucien leaning casually against the frame, his ceremonial crown tucked under one arm. He was dressed for his coronation later that day, a deep crimson cloak lined with black fur.
The palace gardens had never been so still. A soft mist curled over the marble paths, glowing silver beneath the moonlight. The scent of rain lingered in the air from a brief storm earlier, and somewhere in the distance, the faint hum of celebration carried over the walls. Wolves and vampires alike were gathered in the grand halls, feasting together — an act that would have been unthinkable only days ago. But I had slipped away, my heart still too full from the battle’s end. The war was over. Veyris was gone. And yet, the words he had left me with whispered like a phantom: The world will never let a wolf and a vampire live in peace. A shadow moved behind me, familiar and warm. “You shouldn’t wander alone,” Kael said, stepping into the garden with that predatory grace that always made my pulse stumble. His dark hair was still damp from the rain, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, revealing the edge of a scar along his collarbone. I smiled faintly. “Are you guarding me or stalking me?”
The battlefield burned. Smoke curled into the blackened sky, swallowing the moon. The scent of iron and ash clung to the air, thick enough to taste. The clash of steel rang in my ears, echoing over the roar of battle. Wolves and vampires fought side by side—a sight I had never imagined—driving Veyris’s forces back toward the palace gates. But even with our alliance, the enemy fought like cornered beasts. Shadows moved unnaturally, twisting into claws and spears, cutting through flesh and armor. Each one carried the echo of Veyris’s power. Kael’s voice cut through the chaos. “Astrid—stay close.” His sword arced in a deadly sweep, cleaving through a shadow-born soldier that lunged toward me. The amber light in his eyes burned brighter than the flames around us. “I’m not leaving you,” I shot back, my staff already crackling with the magic Lucien had helped me channel earlier. From my left, Lucien moved like a phantom—elegant, precise, his daggers a blur. Every strike was calculated,
The air in the council hall was razor-thin, sharp enough to cut the lungs. By the time Kael and I entered, the vampires were already assembled, their black and crimson attire gleaming under the chandeliers. The queen sat at the head of the crescent table, her posture regal, her gaze unreadable—but I knew that look. She was about to make her move. Lucien was there too, lounging in his seat with that lazy, dangerous elegance that said he’d already predicted every word of today’s meeting. “Lord Kael of the Western Pack,” the queen began, her voice carrying over the chamber like silk hiding a blade. “You stand accused of failing to protect the eastern border, of harboring enemy agents, and of instigating hostilities between wolf and vampire territories.” I felt the muscles in Kael’s arm tense beside me. He didn’t speak. “You’ve had your chance to explain yourself,” she went on, “and yet attacks continue. Bodies pile up. Trust erodes. Therefore…” She paused, letting the silence stretc
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