LOGINWhen Emry’s wolf has yet to awaken, she’s forced under the watch of her brother’s Beta—Braxton, the man she hates most. But beneath moonlight, a dangerous truth stirs: they are fated. Bound by destiny, divided by pride, their war may ignite a love that burns. Emry is meant for more, chosen by the Moon Goddess to hold a sacred power, one that might just destroy wolf kind. Will the dark side succeed or will her love help her find the balance?
View MoreOne Year LaterThe Bloodwood had grown green again. No longer called The Bloodwood, it was renamed The Greenwood. In the soft light of dusk, its leaves shimmered faintly silver, catching the last breath of the moon. Where once the ground burned red, wildflowers now tangled through soft moss. The air was warm, sweet with the scent of pine and rain.Lira adjusted the crown of pale blossoms in her hair, laughing as Eastin fumbled beside her. His fingers, steady in battle, were hopeless with ribbon.“Stop trying to make it perfect,” she teased.He grinned, a little sheepish. “I’m Alpha. It’s supposed to look regal.”“It’s supposed to look us,” she said, tilting her head. “And we’ve never been perfect.”Eastin laughed softly, then took her hands. “Then let’s just be real.”As the pack gathered beneath the silver canopy, the ceremony began—not with vows or divine blessing, but with the howl of the pack. A song of unity. Renewal. Forgiveness. When it faded, Eastin and Lira pressed their for
Emry’s POVThe world smelled different now.Not of ash or fear or power—but of life. Warm earth. Dew. The faint sweetness of wildflowers blooming where the Bloodwood had burned.Emry stood on the ridge overlooking the valley that had once been nothing but ruin. Now, small huts rose between the trees, their walls built from living wood that shimmered faintly silver in the sunlight. Wolves and rogues worked side by side, laughter breaking through the hum of rebuilding. It still felt fragile, like a dream that might vanish if she blinked too hard—but it was real.Behind her, footsteps crunched lightly over the soil.Braxton.She didn’t have to turn to know it was him. She felt him in the bond—steady, grounding, a warmth that filled the hollow places she’d carried for so long. He slipped an arm around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.“Still staring at the view?” he murmured, his voice low and rough with affection.“It’s strange,” she said quietly. “For so long, I thought peace
Veylan’s POVThe forest was still.For the first time in an age, it didn’t hurt to breathe.Veylan knelt amid the ruins of his own creation, the Bloodwood now pale and shimmering with morning light. The power that had sustained him for centuries was gone—drawn out of the roots, the soil, even his own blood. All that remained was silence, and the faint hum of something purer.He was alone.And yet, he wasn’t.A familiar warmth brushed against the edges of his thoughts, soft and hesitant. He lifted his head. The air shimmered, and she appeared—no longer radiant with divine fire, but quiet in her light.The Moon Goddess.Her form was neither woman nor celestial being now, but something in between—gentle, whole, at peace.For a long moment, neither spoke.“You came,” he said, his voice rough with disbelief.“I never left,” she replied. “Only watched, waiting for you to stop fighting shadows.”He let out a shaky laugh. “I fought because I loved you.”“I know.” Her gaze softened. “And I sil
Eastin’s POVThe world held its breath.The Bloodwood no longer screamed—it sighed. The air that had once burned red now shimmered silver, gentle as moonlight on water. Eastin stood at the edge of what had been the heart of the corruption, watching his sister kneel in the center of it all.Emry’s power had dimmed to a faint glow beneath her skin, threads of light pulsing slow and steady—alive, but quiet. Braxton crouched beside her, a hand steady on her shoulder, his expression a mix of awe and disbelief.She looked up at Eastin, eyes wet and shining. “It’s over,” she whispered.But he knew better. Nothing that big ever ended—it simply changed its shape.He stepped closer, the silver earth soft beneath his boots. The Bloodwood had stilled, but the air still trembled faintly, like the world itself was waiting for something more.Then the wind shifted.A breeze rolled through the clearing, carrying with it a scent Eastin hadn’t smelled in a year—cedar, rain, and the faintest trace of hi






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