LOGINI became Luna of the Shadowfang pack, bound to an Alpha who treats me like a stranger. The only one who sees me is his Beta—and our forbidden connection could destroy us all. Two months ago, I was an ordinary wolf. Now I'm Elara, Luna of the Shadowfang pack, mated to the most powerful Alpha in the territory. But the title means nothing when my mate, Damon, won't even look at me. He says he's protecting me from threats lurking beyond our borders. He says his coldness is for my own good. But every night I fall asleep alone, wondering if I'll ever feel his touch again—the way I did on our wedding night, when he held me like I was something precious. Then there's Caleb. The Beta. Damon's best friend. The only one who treats me like I matter, who listens when I speak, who makes me feel seen. With his warm smile and patient eyes, he's everything Damon isn't—and everything I shouldn't want. But when danger closes in and secrets surface, I discover that the line between love and betrayal is thinner than I ever imagined. My heart belongs to two men—one who claims me as his Luna, and one who makes me feel like a woman. And the choice I make could tear the pack apart. In a world of ancient loyalties and shifting shadows, one Luna must decide: follow the rules of the pack, or follow the wild beating of her heart. Perfect for fans of werewolf romance, forbidden love, and stories where passion battles duty—and the heart refuses to be tamed.
View MoreDamon had been restless for weeks.It started subtly—a shorter temper, a tendency to snap at Ayla over small things, a reluctance to sit still during meals. Elara noticed it first, as mothers do, cataloging the changes with a mixture of concern and recognition. She had been young once, had felt her own wolf stirring, had struggled to contain the wildness that came with growing up.But Damon's restlessness grew worse as the weeks passed. He stopped eating as much, pushed food around his plate, claimed he wasn't hungry. He slept poorly, tossing and turning, sometimes waking with a gasp as if emerging from a nightmare he could not remember. He spent hours alone in the forest, returning with scratches on his arms a
The years passed as years do—slowly when you were living through them, quickly when you looked back. Damon's tenth birthday came and went with the usual celebration: a feast, some gifts, stories told around the fire. Ayla turned seven a few months later, her celebration smaller but no less joyful. They were growing, both of them, in ways that Elara noticed every day and Caleb pretended not to see.Damon had lost the roundness of early childhood, his face sharpening, his body lengthening. He moved with a confidence that had not been there a year ago, his steps sure, his decisions quick. He had made friends among the pack's other children, formed bonds that would last a lifetime, learned to navigate the complicated social waters of a community that was both family and something more.
The first time Ayla healed someone, no one realized what had happened.It was a small thing, almost nothing—a scratch on Damon's hand from a sharp branch, bleeding lightly, stinging enough to make him whimper. Elara was busy with Kael, who had been fussing all morning, and Caleb was outside chopping wood. Ayla, three years old and always watching, toddled over to her brother and put her small hand over his cut."Better," she said, with the certainty of a child who had not yet learned that the world did not always bend to her will.Damon stopped crying. He looked at his hand, then at his sister, then
Damon had been waiting for this day since he could walk.The pack's traditions were clear: at six years old, a child was old enough to join their first hunt. Not as a hunter, not yet, but as a participant, a learner, someone who would watch and listen and begin to understand what it meant to provide for the pack. The actual killing would be done by the adults, the child's role limited to observing and perhaps tracking, but the experience itself was a rite of passage, a threshold crossed.Damon had been counting down the days for months, waking each morning with the same question: "Is it time yet?" Each time, Elara or Caleb would remind him that the hunt was held in the autumn, when the deer were fat and the weather w
Spring arrived in the valley like a blessing, like a promise finally fulfilled after a long and bitter winter. The snow melted slowly at first, then all at once, revealing green grass that seemed to spring up overnight and wildflowers that painted the meadows in s
The battle had raged all day.The sun had risen over the valley, indifferent to the carnage below, and had traced its slow arc across the sky. Now, as the last light faded and the shadows lengthened, a temporary silence fel
The contractions came faster now, each wave building upon the last like a storm rolling across the sea.Elara gripped the edge of the bed, her knuckles white, breathing through each surge of pain as Marta had taught her yea
Elara rode through the night, pushing her horse harder than she'd ever pushed any living creature.The forest blurred past, dark and threatening. Branches whipped at her face, but she didn't feel them. The cold air burned her lungs, but she didn't notice. There was only the road ahead, the desperat












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