Mag-log inShe was rejected by her mate. Then she woke up marked by the Lycan King. Skye had spent her entire life as a servant, secretly hoping that when she turned eighteen, the Moon Goddess would finally give her something to call her own. Instead, the mate bond led her straight to Rhory—the man she had secretly loved. Only to find him in bed with her best friend. And then he rejected her. Heartbroken and humiliated, Skye escapes into the masquerade ball and ends up spending one reckless night with a mysterious masked stranger. By morning, he's gone. But he leaves something behind. A crescent-shaped mark on her shoulder. The next day, the feared Lycan King, Eryx Nightshade, arrives to claim the Alpha's daughter as payment for an old debt. But when his eyes fall on Skye, everything changes. "Her. I want her." Skye doesn't understand why the most powerful wolf in the kingdom suddenly wants a lowly servant. Until Eryx reveals the truth. He was the masked stranger. And the mark on her shoulder is identical to the one on his. She is his second-chance mate—the woman he has waited eighty years to find. But becoming the Lycan King's mate won't mean living happily ever after. His family wants her gone. A powerful woman wants the throne she believes belongs to her. The Elders are plotting against her. And the secrets buried in Skye's past could be more dangerous than anyone realizes. She was once invisible. Now the entire kingdom is watching her. Can a servant become the Moon-Marked Queen? Or will the secrets surrounding her mark destroy the king—and the kingdom—before she can claim her destiny?
view moreOne year later The child arrived at dusk. No one noticed him at first. The road was busy that evening. A ferry had just unloaded travelers from the western river route, and the shelter yard was full of muddy boots, steaming cloaks, and the smell of fresh bread. The boy stood at the gate holding a lantern that had gone out sometime during the rain. He looked no older than ten. Too thin. Too tired. Too determined to ask for help. Hesta noticed him eventually. Of course she did. She always noticed the ones trying not to be seen. She crossed the yard, took one look at the dead lantern, and said, “You’ve been walking too long.” The boy blinked. “I didn’t say anything.” “You didn’t need to.” She took the lantern from his hands, relit it from the shelter flame, and pressed it back into his fingers. The gold light steadied. For a moment, the boy stared at it as if he had forgotten lanterns could be relit. “What’s your name?” “Lio.” “Where are you coming from?” He hesitat
SKYE’S POV The sun rose over Blackwater Watch like a promise kept slowly. Mist lifted from the marshes in pale silver sheets, and the scattered lanterns that had burned through the night faded one by one against the growing light. No silver resonance remained. No miracle hung in the air. Only wet stone, waking birds, and the ordinary breath of morning. For the first time, that felt enough. I stood on the signal platform long after the others had gone below. The broken tower no longer looked abandoned to me. It looked unfinished. Not waiting for rulers. Waiting for people. Behind me, footsteps sounded softly on the stairs. Eryx. He stopped beside me without speaking. Together we watched the eastern lights disappear into daylight. “Do you think they’ll keep them burning?” I asked quietly. “Yes.” He did not hesitate. I looked at him. “You sound certain.” “I’m not certain about the world.” A faint smile touched his mouth. “But I’m certain about what happens once peo
SKYE’S POV We did not leave Blackwater Watch immediately. No one suggested it. After the silver lantern awakened, the tower no longer felt abandoned. It felt occupied by memory. Rain fell through the broken upper chamber in soft silver threads while dusk deepened across the marshes. Below us, the answering lanterns continued to appear one by one. Not dozens. A handful. Enough. Enough to prove that people still watched the old roads. Enough to prove that the silence had never been complete. Aerin stood at the edge of the platform, staring east. “They’re farther than I expected.” “Who?” I asked. “The last settlements.” Her voice was very quiet. “We stopped hearing from them years ago.” The words settled heavily between us. I looked at the distant lights. How many roads disappear simply because no one believes anyone is listening anymore? --- We made camp inside the tower. The lower chamber was dry enough once the road keepers cleared the fallen beams. Lanterns we
SKYE’S POV The ruined tower was called Blackwater Watch. Aerin showed us the mark on her map the next morning while rain tapped softly against the map room windows. “It sits on a ridge above the eastern marshes,” she explained. “The old southern road passed beneath it.” Kael traced the route with one finger. “If this crossing is reopened, Blackwater becomes the key junction.” “Which is exactly why people avoid it,” Aerin said. I looked up. “Still because of the stories?” She nodded. “Travelers report lights in the tower. Voices when no one is there. Sometimes signal fires that vanish when approached.” Tomas looked delighted. Nerys looked resigned. Maelin looked thoughtful. Eryx looked at me. I already knew what he was thinking. If the resonance was appearing along places of connection, a long-abandoned signal tower sitting between old roads was not something we could ignore. Kael clearly reached the same conclusion and disliked it immediately. “I hate that this sound












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