LOGINLilliana Masters is the runt of the pack, calling her a runt would not be doing her justice, she’s barely a wolf. After a pack war kills her family and sends her wolf self into hiding deep within her. At the young age of ten, Lilliana is left with nothing but the hope that her pack- the Waning Moon Pack will continue to be her family. That hope is destroyed by the actions of those she thought were her people. The Waning Moon pack blames the little Lilliana for the death of her family who were the pack’s beta and head healer. Harboring resentment against her, they bully and treat her like a slave for years on end. Another war is on the horizon with the Blood Fang pack- the most powerful pack there is, and during a raid, they kidnap her. Now in the Blood Fang pack, Lilliana must navigate new pack politics and must come to terms with the fact that she is no longer a slave. She begins her journey of self-discovery and begins to navigate the feelings she seems to have for the Alpha of the Blood Moon pack- Killian Thorne and survive a war that looms on the horizon.
View MoreLILLIANA’S POVWe got married on the hill behind the pack house, in the first week of June, under the big oak that Killian had once told me was older than the pack.I’d said I wanted it small. That lasted about two days. By the end of the week, the dining hall had a list on the wall with three hundred names on it, and the kitchens had started a rumor that there’d be four kinds of cake. There were five. Camille had seen to it.“You’re not nervous,” Sarah said. She was kneeling on the floor of the hostel room with a mouthful of pins, taking up the hem of my dress. “You’ve never been nervous about anything. You fought a thing twice your size.”“It’s not the same.”“Why not?”“The big wolf wasn’t going to read vows in front of everybody I know.”“Fair.” She spat out a pin. “Hold still. I swear, if I stab you, Grace will make me write it down.”The dress was plain ivory, with long sleeves over the scar on my shoulder. I looked at myself in the mirror. A girl with her hair in a loose braid.
KILLIAN’S POVI’d planned for everything except the hairpin.The treaty hall at Blood Fang was a long room with a stone floor and a table made from a single oak that had fallen in a storm before I was born. We set four chairs on one side and two on the other. Clarke had been up since four, checking the pens and the water glasses. Rhea’s people stood along the walls in dress gray, and Marcus kept the door. The windows threw long bright panels across the floor.The Alphas arrived in order. Dorn of Red Moon came first, a short, stubborn man who nodded at me like a man conceding a game of cards. Voss of Crescent Moon followed with two quiet advisors. Hale of Silver Sea came last, a tall woman with iron-colored hair who had lost her beta on the east field and had not forgotten it.Richard Brookes came in at noon.He had aged ten years since the autumn. The hair that had been dark was gray all through. He walked slowly, without the swagger I remembered, and he carried no weapon at all. Behi
LILLIANA’S POVThe worst part of being a wolf in front of someone you like is that you have to shift back eventually.I stood on the east field with every eye on me, one very large paw on top of my own other paw, and thought about how I might spend the rest of my life as a dog. Then a blanket hit me in the face. Camille had thrown it from twenty feet away without turning her head. I wrapped it around myself behind the cart frame, with my face burning, and by the time I came out, Killian was no longer at the treeline. Clarke had met him on the road. The two of them had gone up toward the administrative wing with their heads together, and every wolf on the field was suddenly very interested in their own feet.“He’ll come,” Sarah said, gently.“I know.”“He didn’t stop to talk. Not because he didn’t want to.”“I know, Sarah.”“I’m only saying.”“I know you are.”I went back to the hostel and washed, and put on clean clothes, and read the notebook a fifth time. At six, I moved food around
LILLIANA’S POVRhea picked the east field on purpose.She didn’t say so, and I didn’t ask. The grass had grown back green over the place where the cart burned, and somebody had filled in the worst of the holes. You could almost believe nothing had happened there. But when I stepped onto it at six on a cool April morning, in shorts and a wrap, with the dew soaking through my boots, my wolf went stiff along my spine, and I knew that Rhea had known she would.“Weeks of drills,” Rhea said. She stood in the middle of the field with her arms crossed in the early light. “Your legs work. Your lungs work. Your shoulder holds. Today we find out if you do.”Behind her, three people waited in a row. Camille was bouncing on her toes. Sarah was tying her hair back, calm and neat. Jordan was yawning with great dignity.“Three on one,” Rhea said. “Wolf form. Nobody’s trying to hurt anyone, but nobody’s pulling punches either. Win is simple. Pin Camille. She’s the smallest and the fastest, and she’ll
The next day came and I delayed returning to the pack house till noon. On my way, I heard people discussing something about the Blood Fang pack. My conversation with Helena had me more curious about this pack so I made sure to hide as I listened in on their conversation.“You serious?” The first pe
Eat the fruits sweetie.” She repeated her voice taking on a saccharine sweetness. “Fruits are good for the body, especially for one as wounded as you.”“I am not eating that.” I said firmly.“Are you refusing an order from your future Luna?” She asked.Her back was turned to the rest of them so she
Are you ready Lilliana?” Alpha Richard asked getting up from the chair. I nodded my head and together we walked down to the square, leaving the Luna behind to clean up after him. I smirked internally at that.On our way, I could feel the stares and hear the whispers of the people who had gathered t
So this is what you’ve been doing? Lying around, acting like you don’t have things you’re supposed to do. You’ve been slacking off?” He asked raising his voice.His alpha pheromones filled the room, and though it didn’t affect me much, I still lowered my gaze in submission.“No, sir, I haven’t,” I












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