Hunter's Moon

The age of the Lycans began with a great war between the gods and dragons. For aeons, they fought and no one knew how it started or why. All anyone remembered was that it had given rise to the ancient race of warriors called Lycans. The gods were losing, and they knew it. They grew desperate, and Aworyn—the goddess of the moon—created her children from the remains of a falling star. They were born with a special connection to the world and were the fierce warriors the gods wanted them to be. Before the dragons vanished into the void, a truce was reached for self-preservation. A truce that would last until one of them produced a descendant whose blood was evenly split between them: half god and half dragon. A descendant powerful enough to end the war—and it would be their only chance of peace and survival. After the prophecy of the truce was made, both sides dispersed. Aworyn left humanity and the Empire of Morrian to the first, noble line of Lycans. The Lycans forged an unbreakab

With her gaze fixed on Rodyn, she struggled to maintain her composure as her heart pounded against the memories of their last encounter. It was the night before she left for Broiia. She was fourteen; Rodyn seventeen– and they both planned to visit Eleadoí–the capital–in the fall. Their relationship was never meant to be: Emory knew Rodyn would never be her mate even without needing to tap into her wolf — she had never felt that spark ignite with him. They had both been through certain life-altering changes in the last few months leading up to that day and they both knew they didn’t belong together. But their chemistry kept drawing them back to each other. He was hot, exciting — and completely wrong for her. The morning after she left Krelon, it still didn’t feel real. Rodyn was impossible to keep track of, and not just because Aunt Kinshra wouldn’t let her. Five years ago, Rodyn vanished from the map of the Empire of Morrian, and rumours spread that he had gone rogue. “Rodyn we ta

Emory noticed the sun rising when she looked up, realizing they had run nearly five miles. It was remarkable that only her aunt was able to hold off so many Lycans. The hard part now was getting aunt Kinshra back: she’d been right when she told her she not to leave Broiia.Once they reached Kedar’s crossing, the wolves slowed to a halt, circled around her, and then sprinted back in the direction they had come. While she watched them descend the slope, Emory took a moment to catch her breath: hands on her hips.From here, she could find her own way back to Broiia, but now she had to decide whether to go back for her aunt or return to Broiia. It would be easier for her if she could shift and not have to worry about that fucking Hendrick mind controlling her.Her aunt would be furious at her for even thinking about going back, but she had to. The only choices she had were to either seek help from Trey at the Chavere compound or enlist the help of her Br

A Week Ago...“Emory, you slacker, hurry up!” Kira shouted from the terrace of Aunt Kinshra’s bungalow. “We’re going to be late for the ceremony!”That was definitely loud enough to not only draw her aunt’s ire but to wake Emory too. Not only was she inviting Kinshra’s wrath by yelling so loudly, but banging on the front door as well. Kira seemed to have a death wish tonight and she was about to get it. Her aunt didn’t tolerate any noise, and Kira had a lot of experience with that rule. It was the first thing she learned when she moved here years ago.With such heightened hearing abilities, Kinshra could hear a needle drop a mile away, which made her very sensitive to loud noises.With a hiss, Emory rolled out of bed and trudged downstairs.“Get your friend off my porch before I send her ass flying back to the goddess’ bosom.” Aunt Kinshra warned softly as Emory walked

Stretching into the sky, and clawing at the blackness above, a single tower loomed over everything else in Eleadoí. Its black walls shone with a brilliance that could be seen from the farthest corners of the city. It was a reminder of the long reign of the Lycan dynasty and this tower was their pinnacle. “This is the castle of Eclin,” said the Lycan sitting beside her. “The Tower of the Lycan King.” The sheer magnitude and grandeur of the building was as she had anticipated. Constructed entirely of black stone, with spires and parapets that stretched as far as the eye could reach. The thought of entering the tower filled her with dread. Simply looking at it made her feel claustrophobic and uneasy, and the one thing on her mind was her brother, Rodyn and her aunt. She felt a crushing weight on her chest as she contemplated the implications of what this would mean for everyone: Lycans and Wolves With the last two alphas captured, it meant that the Lycan