تسجيل الدخولShe was sold as a broodmare. He was a warrior with no memory. Together, they'll burn down the world. Lyra has been called many things: half-blood, mongrel, dirty blood. Rejected by every pack she's approached, she's given one final chance—as a bride to Ronan, the cruel Alpha of Red River Pack. But when her wedding night becomes a nightmare, she stabs her new husband and flees into the frozen wilderness. Stellan remembers nothing. Not his name, not his past, not the ancient tattoos covering his body. He only knows that when he sees a terrified woman falling from a cliff into an icy river, he must save her—even if it kills him. On the run from a vengeful Alpha and his army of hunters, Lyra and Stellan discover an impossible bond growing between them. The moon has chosen them as mates. But Stellan's memories are returning, and with them, a devastating truth: he's not just any wolf. He's the Alpha of the North Star Pack. And a half-blood can never be his Luna. Now Ronan's brother has sworn revenge, an ancient prophecy awakens, and three packs prepare for war. Lyra must prove that bloodlines mean nothing—and that the most powerful bond of all is forged in ice and fire. He lost his memory. She lost her freedom. Together, they'll find everything.
عرض المزيدThe stranger at the edge of the camp did not move. She stood with her hands at her sides, her head slightly bowed, her breath misting in the cold air. She was young, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, with dark hair pulled back from a face that was trying very hard to be brave. Her clothes were torn, her boots worn through, her fingers red with cold. She had been walking for a long time.Lyra studied her from across the clearing. The guards had their hands on their weapons, their bodies tense, ready to act if the girl made any sudden moves. But the girl just stood there, waiting, her eyes fixed on Lyra with an intensity that felt almost familiar."I've been looking for you," the girl said again. "The half-blood who united the packs. The wolf who broke the prophecy." She took a step forward, and the guards shifted closer. "I need your help."Lyra held up her hand, and the guards stopped. "Who are you?"The girl swallowed. "My name is Mira. I come from the south
The snow fell softly on the camp, covering the scars of battle, hiding the blood that had been spilled, softening the edges of grief that still cut deep. Three days had passed since Ronan had drawn his final breath. Three days since the pack had howled their victory. Three days since the world had begun to learn what peace felt like.The morning was gray and cold, the sky heavy with clouds that promised more snow before nightfall. Wolves moved through the camp with quiet purpose, their voices low, their steps careful. The celebration was over. What remained was the harder work of mourning.Lyra stood at the edge of the clearing where the funeral pyres had burned. The ground was still blackened, the snow melted away in a wide circle, leaving bare earth that smelled of smoke and ash and something older. Loss. She could taste it in the air, feel it settling into her bones like the cold that never quite left this place.Bjorn's pyre had been the largest. The Elder h
The messenger's words echoed in the cold air, settling into my chest like something that would never leave."The Watcher is gone. It disappeared into the forest. It said it was going home. It said the half-blood had done what it could not. It said it was time to rest."I stood at the edge of the lake, Stellan's hand in mine, and felt the weight of those words press down on me. The Watcher was gone. The old ones were defeated. The prophecy was fulfilled. But something was still missing. Something that had been chasing me since before I was born."What does it mean?" I asked. "The Watcher is free?"Stellan was quiet for a moment. Then: "It means the half-blood who came before has finally found peace. It means the prophecy is complete. It means the future is ours to build."I looked at the forest, at the darkness where the Watcher had disappeared. "I hope it finds what it's looking for."He pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me. "It alre
The Elder's words hung in the cold air, sharp and terrible, settling into my chest like ice."The old ones are coming. They've been waiting for this moment. Waiting for the half-blood to become what she was meant to be. And now they're coming to destroy her."I stood at the edge of the camp, Stellan's hand in mine, and felt the weight of those words press down on me. The old ones. The wolves who had been watching since before the wolves came to these lands. The wolves who had been waiting for this moment since before I was born."What do they want?" I asked. "What do they want from me?"The Elder stepped closer, her face pale, her eyes bright. "They want to see if you're real. If the prophecy is real. If the half-blood who chose love over fear can do what none have done before." She touched my face, her fingers cold against my skin. "They want to see if you can survive what's coming."I looked at the forest, at the darkness beyond. "Then let them come."---The attack came at dawn.Th












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