LOGINAlice Ashford was born a hunter. Trained to kill the monsters that haunted the night, she wore her family’s legacy like armor, silver bullets, sharpened blades, and a name feared by every werewolf in West-bridge. But one secret kiss with Liam, the golden boy of her school…and the son of the Crimson Moon Alpha, shatters everything. Because Liam isn’t just a wolf, he’s her blood and her forbidden half-brother. And then there’s Kane. Silent, watchful, dangerous in ways Liam never was. A werewolf from a rival pack who should have been her enemy, but instead becomes her shield. Torn between loyalty and desire, family and fate, Alice uncovers a truth more devastating than the lies she’s been fed: she isn’t human at all. She’s the bridge between worlds, hunter and wolf, hated by both, desired by many. When war ignites between packs and hunters, Alice must choose where she stands… and who she’s willing to bleed for. Because in the end, love can save her, or destroy her. And the monsters aren’t just in the woods.
View MoreAlice stumbled through the gym’s side exit, the rally’s roar—blaring music, screaming crowds—fading to a dull hum as the courtyard’s cold night air slapped her face. The school’s open quad stretched before her, cracked concrete benches under flickering streetlamps, skeletal trees rustling in the wind, the distant thump of the pep rally echoing like a heartbeat. Her hands still glowed faintly from the gym’s ritual circle, her wrist scar burning, the crumpled notes (Break or burn, weapon) heavy in her pocket alongside the bedroom pendant. The vision of Samuel’s ritual—lights pulsing, packs clashing, blood pooling—clawed at her mind, alongside Liam’s plea, Kane’s fierce grip, Mira’s whispered trap, Rhea’s venomous smirk, Elara’s guilty touch, and the new girl’s hiss (The ritual’s now). She was a lab-enhanced weapon, her mother’s affair with the Alpha a cult lie, Liam’s love a trigger, Mira a manipulator, Elara a complicit seer, Kane her only anchor. The courtyard’s silence felt like a tr
The gym doors swung open, and a wall of sound crashed over Alice—blaring pop anthems, cheers roaring from a sea of bodies packed into bleachers. Strobe lights cut through the haze, painting the crowd in slashes of red and gold, the air thick with sweat, perfume, and a metallic tang that set her teeth on edge. She’d fled the classroom’s suffocating notes—You’re theirs, weapon—and Elara’s vision of Samuel’s rally ritual, Rhea’s venomous taunt, Mira’s sly note, Liam’s desperate text (I need you), and the new girl’s hiss (Samuel’s watching). Her wrist scar pulsed, a reminder of the truth: she was a lab-enhanced weapon, her mother’s affair with the Alpha a cult-orchestrated lie, Liam’s love a trigger, Mira a manipulator, Elara a guilty seer, Kane her only anchor. The pep rally was no school event—it was Samuel’s stage, and she’d walked right into it.She pushed through the crowd, elbows bumping sweaty shoulders, her backpack heavy with the crumpled notes and the pendant from her bedroom. H
Alice jolted awake, her heart slamming against her ribs like a trapped animal. The room was dim, fairy lights flickering weakly over posters that peeled from the walls, the creaky bed tangled with sheets that smelled of lavender and sweat. Last night’s truth clawed at her: she wasn’t a hybrid born of love, but a lab-grown weapon, forged by Samuel’s cult to burn the Crimson Moon and Lunar Howler packs. The vision of needles, her glowing scar, Mira’s text (Come back), Elara’s guilty call (I helped them), and the new girl’s whisper (The rally’s their trap, weapon) haunted her. She rolled over, breath shaky, and froze—a silver pendant shaped like a crescent moon with claws lay on her nightstand, not hers, glinting like a threat. Her wrist scar pulsed, and her stomach churned. Someone had been here, in her room, while she slept.She swung her legs over the bed, feet hitting the cold hardwood floor, the shock grounding her for a moment. The house was silent, Sophia likely still locked in he
Alice stumbled through her front door, the familiar creak of the hinges lost in the storm raging in her chest. The cafeteria’s chaos clung to her—Liam’s text searing her pocket (Meet me tonight by the old oak), Kane’s fierce I’d burn it all down, Mira’s calculated Come to the pep rally, Elara’s quiet Listen to your heart, and the new girl’s chilling Choose wisely, hybrid. She’d skipped gym, unable to face the crowd after fleeing the cafeteria, desperate for the sanctuary of home. Her bedroom was a cluttered refuge—posters peeling from the walls, fairy lights casting a warm glow, a creaky bed piled with mismatched pillows—but it felt like a prison now, trapping her with her spiraling thoughts.Her senses were razor-sharp, catching every detail—the hum of the fridge downstairs, the lavender scent of her laundry, the thud of her own heartbeat. Her nails ached, digging into her palms as she dropped her backpack, terrified they’d sharpen again. The prophecy—Born of man and moon—swirled in






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