LOGINBut not everyone was swayed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jake. He hadn't moved. His face was a mask of cold fury, his jaw clenched, his eyes still burning with resentment. He was whispering to Brandie, who was trying her best to ignore him. While the rest of the room had calmed, Jake's ang
Tara The main hall had devolved into a cacophony of enraged shouts. The air was thick with the scent of furious werewolves. Pure, untamed anger rising from hundreds of shifters. Werewolf Alphas, normally stoic and composed, were now a surging, snarling mass. This was it, the moment I had dreade
Tara The meeting hall buzzed with a nervous energy that even the scent of freshly brewed coffee couldn't dispel. The testosterone level alone was overwhelming, let alone the Alpha auras that set my nerves on edge. The walls themselves probably felt the strain of containing so much power. Alphas,
Tara The Alpha summit, a yearly event that brought together both allied—and not so allied—packs on the neutral ground of Moon Shadow, was going to be a bit different this year. Tension was high, as we had not just one but two new female Alphas attending for the first time. There was Talia, of cour
Mac The traitors, Morven and Branric, stood in silver chains in the council chambers. The other elders of the council shifted nervously in their seats. I had to wonder if any of them had been on board with the traitors in less obvious ways. My investigation hadn’t found any evidence pointing to an
Tara The crowd was stunned into silence. Erick stood in the center of the circle, towering and smug, his chest heaving from exertion. “If there are no challengers—” he began. “I challenge you,” I said, stepping forward, “for the title of Alpha of Blue Moon Pack.” He looked at me, with my bra
“That’s good,” Mac muttered. “But keep eyes on Morven and Branric. We don’t know for sure, but between what Cassian said about Blue Moon being a target and what I learned from Jose, I want plenty of warriors—Lycans—in Blue Moon the day of her ceremony.” Alexander’s growl echoed faintly through the
“Welcome home, son,” Xavier said, clasping Mac’s shoulder. “And welcome, Queen Tara.” Queen Tara. It still startled me. Lorraine didn’t speak right away. She stepped forward, brushing a strand of hair from my face like a mother might, then rested her palm gently over my heart. Her eyes searched
I’d often had the same thought. “The prophecy paints her as a harbinger of change, not doom. But even some of my own council members don’t see it that way.” I said, kicking at a rock in the sand. I’d already told him what Jose had discovered. He hadn’t said much about it. Not yet. He sighed deep
Mac Jose arrived just before dawn. No fanfare, no formalities, no puff of smoke. His arrival was announced by the sound of boots crunching rock as he stepped into the humid salt air of the island. I met him outside, slipping quietly out of the room where Tara was still sleeping, peacefully for







