LOGINCHAPTER 7: REBORN LUNA VeronicaPain stretched through my body like a daring arthritis as I tried to move. A sharp moan escaped my lips and I lay back down, then it came flashing back. The dynamic energy that exploded through my veins. The strange sudden awakening of my long silent and inactive wolf… the rebirth of my wolf. That overwhelming and nearly dangerous desire to destroy anyone and anything that tried standing in the way of letting me get what I wanted. Even as I laid weak, I could still feel the aura of my wolf, builded like brazen walls around her. Alertness a hundred and one on point. My hearing seemed triple its normal distance capacity. And even my wrecked nerves were rapidly stretching back to place. The feeling was… surreal!Even before the surgery that broke my wolf, I didn't possess this level of agility. That was why the more I tried to make out what exactly could have stirred the powerful transformation of my wolf, the stranger it seemed. A partition ritual.
CHAPTER 6: A Silver Goddess! DamianThe strangest part was still being in her human form with all that lividness exuding from her. Tusk-sharp claws I would never imagine on a broken weakling like her. Scary canines exposed in a bitter snarl. Her naturally black hair waved thicker over her back with ancient silver streaks, gleaming no differently from the blinding light in her eyes, or do I call it blazing flames? The room burned hotter with every passing second. She suddenly rose from her crouched position, and I stepped back impulsively.This wasn't the time to slack off. She needed to be put under control before she did something crazy. And only a bigger control of authority could subdue her. “That's an interesting transformation now.’’ I managed to retrieve control from the shock in my strained chest, but still unable to hide my amusement. I could tell this was her first time wielding all that power pulsating through her, and she looked nothing short of wild… maniacally wild,
VeronicaI woke to warmth. That was the first shock. I'd been dying in the snow, frozen and bleeding, and now I felt warm. Soft sheets covered my body. A fire crackled somewhere nearby. The air smelled of pine and something else, something wild and unfamiliar.I opened my eyes slowly. The room was dark, lit only by firelight that cast dancing shadows on stone walls. This wasn't Richard's pack house. The architecture was different, older, built from mountain stone instead of modern materials.Where was I?I tried to sit up, and pain shot through my ribs. My hand went instinctively to my side, expecting to find fresh wounds, but instead I felt bandages, clean and tight. Someone had treated my injuries."You're awake."The voice came from the shadows near the door. Deep, rough, commanding. A man stepped into the firelight, and my breath caught.He was massive, easily six and a half feet tall, with broad shoulders that filled the doorway. Dark hair fell to his shoulders, and a jagged scar
VeronicaI fell into darkness, but it wasn't empty. A forest materialized around me, ancient and vast. Moonlight filtered through leaves that shimmered like silver coins. My feet touched soft moss, and I realized I could stand without pain. My body felt whole again, strong.Then I saw her. A silver wolf, magnificent and glowing, stepped out from behind a massive oak tree. Her eyes were the same shade as mine, amber with flecks of gold. I knew her instantly, even though she'd died giving birth to me."Mama?" The word came out small, childlike.The wolf's form shimmered, and suddenly a woman stood before me. Beautiful, with long dark hair and those same amber eyes. She wore a white dress that moved like water."My daughter," she said, her voice like wind through trees. "My brave, broken daughter.""I don't understand." Tears streamed down my face. "Why are you here? Am I dead?""Not yet." She moved closer, cupping my face with translucent hands. "But you will be, if you don't listen car
VeronicaI woke to sunlight cutting through the dirty window like a blade. My body felt wrong, too hot and too cold at once. Sweat soaked through my thin shirt, but I couldn't stop shivering.The room spun when I tried to sit up. My throat burned. My side, where they'd taken my kidney, throbbed with each heartbeat. I touched my forehead and my hand came away slick with fever.How long had I been here? One day? Two?The door creaked open. I flinched, expecting Richard or Catherine, but it was Margaret. She slipped inside quickly, balancing a tray with one hand while locking the door behind her."Eat," she whispered, setting the tray on the broken chair. Soup, bread, water. Simple food, but my stomach growled at the sight of it."Why are you helping me?" My voice came out rough, damaged.Margaret's weathered face softened. "I served your father for twenty years, child. Before he disappeared. I owe him that much."My father. The wound that never healed."Margaret, what do you remember ab
veronicaI wiped the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand and tried to steady my breathing. My fingers shook as I smoothed down my hair, tucking the wild strands behind my ears. I had to look normal. Henry couldn't see me like this, broken and bleeding from the mouth. The door swung open before I could reach it.But Henry didn't even glance inside. He ran right past, his little feet moving down the hallway toward the stairs, clutching a stuffed wolf toy I had never seen before."Aunt Catherine! Aunt Catherine, look! This one lights up!"My heart cracked down in the middle. I stepped into the hallway, gripping the doorframe for support so I wouldn't fall. My ribs screamed with every breath, and my wolf whimpered somewhere deep inside me, still too damaged to help.Six months ago, Henry was dying.The memory crashed over me. My baby boy, sick in that hospital bed, his little body rejecting everything the pack doctors tried. Kidney failure, so aggressive and fatal."Take mine," I







