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CHAPTER FIFTY: THE BLOOD MOON

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Aria woke to her body burning.

Not the gentle warmth of a hearth. Not the fever of sickness. This was something else entirely, a heat that started deep in her belly and rolled outward in waves, settling between her thighs with an ache that made her gasp. Her skin was slick with sweat. Her thin nightdress clung to her body. The room was dark except for the blood red moon hanging at the window like a watching eye.

She sat up. Her heart was pounding. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. Th
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    The carriage rolled to a stop in the courtyard of Mooncrest. Lina felt the jolt through her bones, or perhaps it was only her nerves, wound tight as bowstrings since the moment Beta Morris had appeared at her cottage door. Outside, she could hear the stamp of hooves on cobblestone, the low murmur of voices as the delegation dismounted. Her mother touched her knee. "We're here." Lina drew back the curtain and looked out. The courtyard was larger than Silvermoon's, wide and well kept, surrounded by high stone walls draped with green banners bearing the crescent moon. Warriors stood at attention near the main doors, their armor clean. And there, near the entrance to the pack house, stood a small cluster of wolves who could only be the Mooncrest leadership. Lina recognized Aria immediately. She was thinner than she had been in Nightfang, the softness of pregnancy replaced by the hard muscle of a warrior. Her silver white hair fell past her shoulders in a loose braid. Audra was

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    IN NIGHTFANG Kael was in his study, a half empty goblet of wine on the desk, staring at the mountains through the window. The bond wound in his chest pulsed with a dull ache that never fully faded, and the wine did nothing to dull it. There was a knock on the door. A young warrior named Corvin, s

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    The training yard was cold and freezing. Aria took her place at the far end. The warriors were already paired off, their staffs cracking against each other in the morning air. Nyssa was stretching near the equipment rack. But today would be different, Aria would not be sparring with her with th

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    The pale and soft morning light crept through the window of Rowan's chambers. Aria lay still beneath the heavy blankets, her head resting on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. His arm was draped across her waist, his hand splayed protectively over the slight swell of her stoma

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