LOGINIn the mysterious town of Raven's Peak, Asher Nightshade, a brooding and secretive werewolf, lives a solitary life. His world is turned upside down when Ember Wellesley, a free-spirited artist, arrives in town. Despite the danger, they're drawn to each other, and their forbidden love blossoms under the light of the full moon. As their relationship deepens, Asher's werewolf pack and a rogue pack led by the vengeful Julian St. Clair threaten to tear them apart. Ember must confront her own dark past and the secrets surrounding Asher's world. With the full moon rising, Asher must choose between his love for Ember and his loyalty to his pack.
View MorePOV: Ember I’m standing before the vault in Raven’s Peak, Asher at my side. The steel door hums, vibrating under my palm, the crescent carvings glowing faintly. Grandma and Lupa are back at the Big House, guarding the pups, but the Order’s hunters are close, and we’re out of time. My Moon Eyes spark, urging me forward, but Asher’s Skinwalker senses are on edge. “We go in together,” Asher says, voice firm, punching the code into the keypad. The door groans open, but a pulse of energy stops us. A voice—not human, ancient—echoes from inside. “Only the Moon Eyes may enter.” I glance at Asher, heart racing. “What the hell?” He grabs my arm, eyes fierce. “Ember, don’t. We don’t know what’s in there.” “I have to,” I say, voice steady. “It’s calling me. Stay here, cover the entrance.” He hesitates, then nods. “I’m right outside. Yell if you need me.” I step inside, the door sealing behind me. The vault’s dim, a single pedestal glowing, holding the scroll. A figure appears—A
POV: Asher. I’m sprinting through Brooklyn’s docks, heart pounding, Skinwalker spark blazing as I track Ember’s scent. The burner phone from Donavan’s aide led me here—Pier 7, red warehouse. My senses scream she’s in danger, and my Moon Eyes vision from earlier showed me running, so I know she sees me coming. I shift mid-stride, bones snapping, fur erupting, wolf form tearing free. The warehouse looms ahead, and I move lightning-fast, time bending around me. “Ember!” I snarl through my comm, voice half-growl. “Hold on!” Her voice crackles back, strained. “Asher, hurry! Enid’s got me tied up!” I hit the warehouse door, claws shredding metal. Inside, Ember’s zip-tied to a chair, Enid smirking in front of her, a cloaked figure with glowing eyes standing slightly ahead, blade raised. Two goons aim guns, but my Skinwalker power surges—time slows, their movements sluggish. “Who’s this?” Enid snaps, spinning toward me. I don’t answer, launching forward, jaws snapping. The cloak
POV: Grandma Nightshade I’m at the Moon Room’s crescent table, standing in for Asher as the Nightshade council convenes, the air thick with worry. The elders—five stern faces—stare me down, while wolves and humans from Raven’s Peak crowd the benches, muttering about Asher and Ember’s absence in New York. Rowan and Caelen are safe in the nursery with Lupa, but the pack’s on edge, especially the humans who hold fast to Thane’s vision of coexistence. My revolver’s holstered, but my voice carries his strength.“Quiet!” I bark, silencing the room. “Asher and Ember haven’t abandoned us. They’re in New York, chasing the Order to protect the vault.”A human, Sarah, stands, voice shaky. “They left us, Grandma! After Aiden, the breaches—how do we trust they’re coming back?”“They’re fighting for you,” I snap. “For Thane’s dream—humans and wolves together. The Order wants the vault’s spirit loose to destroy that.”Jaxon, a wolf, growls from the back. “Then why’s our Alpha not here? Humans are s
Pov: Asher.I slam the gas, our sedan screaming across the Brooklyn Bridge, the two SUVs hot on our tail. Ember’s in the passenger seat, knife out, her Moon Eyes glowing as she tracks them. My Skinwalker spark hums, sharpening my senses. I swerve, cutting off the lead SUV, forcing it to skid against the railing. The second one tries to flank us, but I brake hard, boxing them in.“Got you,” I growl, throwing the car into park. “Ember, stay here.”“Asher, don’t!” she snaps, grabbing my arm. “They’re armed!”“No time,” I say, jumping out. The lead SUV’s driver steps out, a cloaked figure, blade gleaming. My spark flares, and I shift—bones snap, fur erupts, wolf form tearing free. I lunge, jaws closing on his throat. He screams, then goes silent, blood pooling.“Get back!” the second figure yells, scrambling into their SUV. The other two follow, tires screeching as they peel out, disappearing into the city.I shift back, human again, panting, blood on my hands. A flash catches my eye—a Ne






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