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BLOOD MOON RISING
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THE CRIMSON PACT BLOOD MOON RISING
Chapter 7The drums intensified, then stopped.Marina's heart thundered against her ribs as she stood among the unmated females, her silver shadow fur shimmering under the blood moon's glow.Kael Ironfang stepped forward, his scarred grey form imposing in the firelight. "The Blood Moon witnesses what we do here tonight. Under her gaze, bonds are formed that cannot be broken. Hunts are won that cannot be forgotten. What the moon sees, the pack honors."Marina's claws flexed against the earth. Ancient words for an ancient ritual. The Blood Moon Hunt happened only once every three years, when the moon turned red during mating season. Wolves believed that bonds formed under the blood moon carried special power, that the offspring would be stronger, that the magic would run deeper.She had not believed in such things before tonight. But standing here with magic thrumming through her veins and the moon's crimson light painting everything in shades of prophecy, doubt crept in."Females," Kae
THE CRIMSON PACT THE RED WOLF
Chapter 6The forest clearing buzzed with pre Hunt energy as Marina crouched behind a thick oak, her silver shadow fur rippling with tension. Wolves from every corner of Bloodfang territory had gathered for the Blood Moon Hunt, their excited yips and howls filling the tinted air. But Marina's attention fixed on one figure alone.Alpha Silvain Bloodfang stood at the clearing's edge, his red brown fur gleaming like polished copper under the blood moon's glow. He was massive, easily twice the size of the smaller wolves circling him, his presence commanding without effort. Marina had expected a brute, a savage alpha drunk on power and violence. The intelligence reports painted him as ruthless, cold, a killer who would do anything to expand his territory.But the wolf before her did not match that description.Silvain moved through his pack with quiet authority, pausing beside a grey furred she wolf who sat apart from the others. The widow. Marina recognized her from earlier surveillance.
THE CRIMSON PACT JOURNEY TO BLOOD MOON HUNT
Chapter FiveThe border between Silvermoon and neutral territory was marked by ancient standing stones.Marina stood before them in the pre-dawn darkness, a travel pack slung over her shoulder and her heart hammering against her ribs. Behind her lay everything familiar: the birch forests of her childhood, the pack that had never quite accepted her, and the den that had been her solitary refuge. Ahead lay the unknown, and possibly her death."You have everything you need?" Elder Moonseer appeared from between the stones like a ghost, her white fur gleaming in the darkness.Marina touched the pack, mentally cataloging its contents. Dried meat and journey bread, a waterskin, a change of clothes suitable for the Blood Moon Hunt, herbs for basic healing, and a small knife. Nothing that would mark her as a spy. Nothing that could not belong to any unmated female seeking a mate at the sacred ceremony."Everything except courage," Marina admitted.Moonseer's expression softened. "Courage is n
THE CRIMSON PACT SEVERING BONDS
Chapter FourThe Shadowpaw training grounds lay shrouded in perpetual twilight, even at midday.Ancient pines blocked most of the sun’s light, creating a landscape of shadows and half darkness that suited the pack perfectly. Shadowpaw wolves trained here to move unseen, to kill silently, to become one with the darkness itself. They were the scouts and assassins of the werewolf clans, feared, respected, and never quite trusted by the other packs.Ragnar Strikefast stood in the center of the combat ring, his chest heaving, his knuckles bloodied. Around him lay three training partners, groaning and clutching various injuries. He had been sparring for hours, working out his rage on anyone foolish enough to step into the ring with him.It was not helping."Enough." Alpha Obsidian Nightprowl’s voice cut through the clearing like a blade.The gathered wolves immediately fell silent. Obsidian emerged from the shadows, literally, his form coalescing from darkness as if he had been part of the
THE CRIMSON PACT THE IMPOSSIBLE MISSION
Chapter ThreeMarina's hands shook as she poured the silver liquid into a clay cup.She sat alone in her small den at the edge of Silvermoon territory, where the birch forest gave way to rocky outcroppings. The space was modest, a single room carved into the hillside, furnished with only a sleeping pallet, a small hearth, and shelves holding her meager possessions. It was the dwelling of someone who had never quite been accepted, never quite been offered a place in the heart of the pack.Perfect for a spy.The mate bond breaking potion gleamed in the firelight, its surface rippling with dark patterns that seemed to writhe and twist. Marina could smell the magic in it, ancient, powerful, and cruel. Elder Moonseer had warned her it would be unpleasant. That word kept echoing in her mind, a laughable understatement for what was about to happen.She should tell Ragnar first. Give him warning. But the Council had been explicit. No one outside their circle could know about the mission. Ragn
THE CRIMSON PACT THE DYING GROUNDS
Chapter TwoSix Moons EarlierThe body of the pup was still warm when they found it.Marina knelt in the frost covered grass, her hand hovering over the small form but not quite touching. The wolf could not have been more than four moons old, still learning to hold his shift, still clumsy in both human and wolf forms. Now he would never grow skilled at either."That makes seventeen." Elder Moonseer's voice was heavy with grief. The ancient she wolf stood at the edge of the clearing, her white fur gleaming in the pre dawn light. In human form, she appeared as a woman of indeterminate age, her silver hair braided with moonstone beads that clicked softly as she moved. "Seventeen dead in three moons. At this rate, we will have no young ones left by winter's end."Marina forced herself to examine the pup's body with clinical detachment, though her heart ached. The symptoms were consistent with all the others: foam at the mouth, eyes clouded white, limbs rigid in final convulsions. The scen
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