LOGINHunted by men. Marked by the Moon Goddess. Claimed by the Alpha. For seven years, Lyra Vale has lived in fear. Captured and hunted by dangerous men who believe she carries a mysterious power connected to the Moon Goddess, Lyra finally escapes with nothing but the hope of freedom. Weak, broken, and unsure if her wolf even exists anymore, she collapses at the border of the powerful Shadow Fang Pack. But fate has other plans. Alpha Damon Blackwood, the cold and feared leader of the pack, never expected to find his mate in a fragile girl on the verge of death. Yet the moment he sees Lyra, his wolf recognizes her. His mate. There’s only one problem—Lyra cannot feel the bond at all. As Damon struggles to protect the mysterious girl who awakens something dangerous inside him, enemies from her past begin to close in. Dark secrets about her captivity slowly surface, revealing that the strange mark on her body is not just a blessing—it is a power powerful enough to start a war among werewolves. With danger outside the pack and betrayal hiding within, Damon must make a choice: Protect the woman fate chose for him… Or sacrifice her to save his pack.
View More“Lyra!”The voice shattered the darkness.Then—Pain.Sharp.Sudden.Real.Lyra gasped violently as her eyes flew open.The ceiling above her came into focus slowly.Wood.Stone walls.The pack house.Her room.For a second she just lay there breathing hard.Trying to remember where she was.Trying to separate reality from whatever had just happened.Then the memory hit.Selene.Three days.The people who marked her.Her body jolted upright.“Lyra.”Damon.He was sitting beside the bed.Still covered in dried blood from the battle.His jaw tight with concern.Relief flashed through his eyes the second she woke up.“You’ve been unconscious for hours.”Her heart immediately started racing.“Three days.”His expression darkened.“What?”She swung her legs off the bed.“They’re coming.”Damon stood instantly.“Who?”“The people who did this.”She grabbed her wrist tightly.“The mark. The bond. Everything.”Damon went completely still.“Explain.”Lyra took a shaky breath.And for the next
“Lyra!”Damon’s voice sounded distant.Muted.Like she was hearing it through water.The courtyard disappeared.The pack disappeared.Everything disappeared.And suddenly—She was somewhere else.Again.But this time it wasn’t the stone chamber beneath the earth.It was a forest.Silent.Silver moonlight poured through ancient trees, illuminating a path she didn’t recognize.Or maybe—A path she had forgotten.Lyra stood alone.Her breathing uneven.“Hello?”No answer.Only silence.Then—A woman stepped out from between the trees.Tall.Beautiful.Terrifying.Her dark hair flowed down her back, and strange black markings curled across her throat and arms like living ink.The same symbols.The same ones appearing on Lyra.The woman smiled softly.And Lyra’s blood ran cold.Because she knew her.Not from memory.From instinct.The way prey recognizes a predator.“You’ve grown,” the woman said.Her voice was calm.Gentle.Which somehow made it worse.Lyra took a step back.“Who are you?
The courtyard stayed silent long after the creatures disappeared.No one knew what to say.What could they say after watching monsters bow to one of their own?Lyra stood frozen in the middle of the ruined stone, Damon beside her, while the rest of the pack watched from a careful distance.Not close.Not comfortable.Distance.That hurt more than she wanted to admit.The elder finally broke the silence first.“This changes everything.”Damon’s expression hardened instantly.“It changes nothing.”Several wolves exchanged uncertain looks.Because everyone knew that wasn’t true.The courtyard was destroyed.The barriers had been breached.Creatures from beneath the earth had called Lyra their queen.Nothing about this was normal anymore.Oliver stepped forward carefully, glancing at Lyra before looking at Damon.“We need to secure the borders first.”Practical.Smart.And thankfully not accusatory.Damon nodded once.“Double patrols tonight. Nobody moves alone.”Warriors immediately bega
“Our Queen.”The words shattered the battlefield.No one moved.No one even seemed to breathe.The creatures remained kneeling before Lyra, heads lowered beneath the glow of the black symbols burning across her skin.And the pack—The pack stared at her like they didn’t know her anymore.Lyra’s chest rose unevenly.“No…” she whispered.The power around her pulsed again violently.Not unstable.Controlled.That terrified her more.Damon slowly pushed himself up from the shattered stone where he’d fallen. Blood stained one side of his shirt from the creature’s attack, but he ignored it completely.His eyes stayed on Lyra.Only Lyra.The first creature spoke again, quieter now.“You remember enough to awaken.”Lyra shook her head instantly.“I’m not your queen.”The creatures didn’t move.Didn’t argue.As if her denial meant nothing.One of the feral creatures lowered itself even further, almost reverent.The sight made several wolves step back uneasily.Oliver’s face had gone pale.“Wha
The ground didn’t stop trembling. It grew worse. Stronger. Closer. Lyra’s breath hitched as the vibration traveled up through her legs, into her chest, settling like a warning deep in her bones. This wasn’t just movement. It was awakening. “They’re waking up,” the man had said. Her
The second scream didn’t fade. It echoed. Loud. Raw. Terrified. Lyra’s entire body went cold. “They’re inside…” she whispered. Oliver was already moving. He crossed the room in seconds and locked the door with a sharp click. Then he turned, his expression calm but his eyes alert. “Stay behin
A howl cut through the night like a blade. Sharp. Urgent. Wrong. Lyra froze. No— She wasn’t outside anymore. The last thing she remembered was crossing into the territory… the Alpha’s presence behind her… the feeling that something was terribly wrong. Now— She was inside. A room. W
Darkness didn’t feel empty. It felt heavy. Like something was pulling her under. Lyra drifted between consciousness and nothingness, her body too weak to respond, her mind too tired to fight. Every breath felt distant, like it belonged to someone else. But she wasn’t cold anymore. That was the






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