LOGINBetrayed me. Buried me like I was nothing. I was Sera Nightshade, Luna of the Crescent Moon Pack, the most powerful werewolf territory in North America. For five years, I stood beside Damien Blackwood, my Alpha mate, believing in our bond, our love, our future. I gave him everything: my loyalty, my body, my soul. On the night of our official mating ceremony, with the full moon as our witness and the entire pack gathered to celebrate, he made his choice. Her. Vivian Cross, his childhood sweetheart, his secret mistress, the she-wolf he'd been hiding in the shadows for years. In front of everyone, he rejected our mate bond and claimed her instead. The pain of a broken mate bond should have killed me instantly, but I survived. Barely. That's when things got worse. They couldn't let me live. A rejected Luna who knew too many pack secrets, who had too much support, who might challenge his rule. So Damien and Vivian made sure I'd never speak again. They poisoned me, wrapped my body in silver chains, and threw me off Widow's Peak into the frozen river below. I felt every second of my death. The silver burning through my veins. The ice-cold water fills my lungs. The darkness is swallowing me whole.
View More"What exactly did you see?" Diana asked carefully."Fire. Lots of fire. The Traditional Council has developed something that burns through magical shields. Our primary defense becomes useless." Luna pulled up specific drawings. "They hit at dawn when most wolves are still sleeping. Synchronized attacks across multiple territories. The goal isn't occupation. It's extermination."The room went silent."They're not trying to reconquer us. They're trying to eliminate us completely." Marcus's voice was hollow. "Genocide."The Elder Council's judgment protected us from direct assault. But if the Traditional Council claims we attacked first, they can respond with overwhelming force legally," Luna pointed to her timeline. "The vision showed them staging false flag operations. Making it look like Coalition initiated aggression.""This is elaborate for a nightmare," Catherine said slowly. "Too detailed. Too strategic.""Because it's not a nightmare. It's a prophecy." Katherine's voice carried a
Three months after Sarah's funeral - Luna 37 months old, Alice 3 years old. Luna woke screaming at two AM. Not from a nightmare. From something worse. "They're coming! Fire everywhere! I can't stop it!" She thrashed violently, eyes open but unseeing. "The shields won't hold! Everyone's dying!" I ran to her room, finding her sitting up, silver eyes glowing with power she hadn't accessed in months. "Luna! Baby, wake up!" I shook her gently. She blinked, the glow fading, then grabbed my arms with bruising strength. "It wasn't a dream. It was a vision. Like the ones Grandma Sera used to have." Luna's voice shook. "Mama, I saw the future. Coalition territories are burning. The Traditional Council is attacking with something we can't defend against. And I was there, watching, unable to save anyone." "Visions aren't real. You were just having a nightmare about war trauma." I tried to soothe her. "No. This was different. I saw specific details. Vincent's pack burns first, then spread
Adrian found us there an hour later."What happened?" He took in the scene, the letter, Alice's devastated face."Alice found Sarah's suicide letter. Read it. Now she thinks there wasn't enough reason for Sarah to live." My voice was raw. "Adrian, I don't know how to fix this.""You can't fix it. You can only help her survive it." He sat with us, adding his strength to our broken circle. "Alice, look at me."Alice lifted her tear-stained face."Sarah's letter says she loved you, right?" Adrian's voice was gentle."Yes. But not enough to stay alive." Alice's voice was small."Wrong. She loved you so much it hurt. Loved you enough to admit she couldn't be what you needed. That's not weak love. That's the strongest kind." Adrian touched the letter carefully. "Sarah didn't die because you weren't enough. She died because staying alive hurt more than she could bear. Do you understand the difference?""I think so." Alice hiccupped. "But it still feels like I wasn't worth living for.""Feeli
Two weeks after the funeralAlice found Sarah's letter by accident.I'd hidden it in my office drawer, locked, thinking it was safe. But Alice had watched me open that drawer hundreds of times, memorized the combination without me realizing.Luna found her reading it in the garden."Alice, what's that?" Luna's voice went sharp with panic.Alice looked up, tears streaming down her face, clutching the handwritten pages."Sarah wrote me a letter. Before she died. She says she's sorry she wasn't strong enough to be my mama." Alice's voice broke. "Luna, why wasn't I enough? Why couldn't she stay alive for me?""Oh no. No, no, no." Luna grabbed the letter, but Alice held tight."It's mine! She wrote it to me!" Alice backed away. "You can't take it!""Alice, you're not supposed to read that yet. You're too young!" Luna's hands shook. "Please, grabby, give it to me. We'll read it together when you're older.""I have already read it! I know what it says!" Alice's voice rose hysterically. "Sara
Dangerous GamesAldric Thorne stayed for three days.Three days of watching me with those calculating ice-blue eyes. Three days of casual questions that felt like interrogations. Three days of smiling while my skin crawled every time he entered a room.On the morning of the fourth day, I woke to fi
The next morning, I woke before dawn.Damien was still asleep beside me, one arm thrown over his face. In the dim light, he looked peaceful. Almost innocent.I knew better.I slipped out of bed silently and locked myself in the bathroom. I pulled out my phone, opened the secure banking app I'd set
The pack school was a short walk from the main house, a cheerful building filled with pups ranging from five to fifteen. As Luna, I was expected to visit regularly, to show interest in the next generation.In my past life, I'd loved these visits. The innocence of the children, their honest affectio
My mother's journal felt like it weighed a thousand pounds in my hands.I sat in her old leather chair, dust motes dancing in the sunlight streaming through the windows, and read about a legacy I never knew existed. About power, I never knew I had. About a destiny that had been hidden from me my en






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