LOGINLYDIA Tears fill my eyes, blurring everything before me. For a moment I can’t even breathe, then I nod, my voice trembling with the weight of what I feel. “I will,” I whisper, looking up at him. “I will marry you.”Dex smiles in a way that makes my whole body warm. Before I can say anything more, he lifts me into his arms and spins me around. My laughter spills out, free and bright, echoing through the quiet air.When he finally stops, his lips find mine. His kiss is soft at first, full of love and promise. But beneath it burns a fire that I’ve felt for so long. It moves through me until my heart feels like it could burst. All I want is to stay in his arms forever, to let the rest of the world fade away.“Do you mind if I…?” I begin, unsure of the words.“I was thinking the same thing,” Dex murmurs against my lips with a smile.He takes my hand gently, his fingers warm and certain around mine. We slip away from the others, walking down the quiet hall. My heart beats fast with every s
LYDIA The music floats softly through the night, a gentle melody that wraps around the air like silk. Everyone seems at ease, even though there is a quiet excitement in every laugh and whisper. Clara and Brad dance at the center of the floor, their hands clasped together, giggling as they try to feed each other pieces of cake without getting messy. Their laughter echoes across the lakeside, bright and free.I sit a little apart from the celebration, right at the edge of the lake where the moon’s reflection ripples like a dream. A glass of champagne rests in my hand, catching the silver light. The night smells of flowers and the faint smoke of torches lining the path. I take a slow sip, smiling softly at the sound of joy all around me.Dex joins me a moment later. He sits beside me without a word, his gaze fixed on the glowing scene before us. His family is in full celebration, the Silver Crescent Pack dancing and laughing as if the world itself has finally found peace.“I didn’t thin
LYDIAThe moon rises high in the sky, casting its soft glow over the garden. Flowers of every color decorate the space, their sweet scent filling the night air. The surface of the nearby lake is calm, reflecting the moon and stars so perfectly that it feels like another world exists beneath the water.“You look beautiful,” I tell Clara as she turns around to show us her wedding dress. Her cheeks turn pink, and she smiles like a child seeing her favorite dream come true.In the Silver Crescent Pack, wolves don’t often hold weddings the way humans do. We have bonding ceremonies during the first light of the full moon, a sacred moment when two souls are joined under the goddess’s gaze. Each bride gets to choose how she wants to celebrate, and Clara has always loved human traditions. That’s why she’s chosen this — a true wedding under the moon.Her dress is long and white, flowing like a soft breeze around her. Tiny flowers are woven through her hair, and a delicate veil falls to her feet
LYDIA She takes my hand and looks me in the eye. Her touch feels different this time, softer, not full of anger like before.“One day,” Linda says quietly, “we can sit down and talk about our lives. Maybe we’ll even forgive each other for everything that’s happened.”“Maybe,” I murmur. “But we still have a lot to deal with. It might take years before all of that is truly forgiven.”“Then let time pass,” she replies calmly. “I’m tired of living by someone else’s rules. This time, I’ll move at my own pace. No pressure, no deadlines, and no shapeshifters or goddesses telling me what to do.”I can’t help but smile a little at that. Linda’s smile isn’t full of love, but it’s honest. And right now, that’s the best I can ask of her.She stands up slowly, testing her strength as if making sure her body will hold her. After a deep sigh, she looks at me and nods.“Come on, Lydia. It’s time to say goodbye.”Our steps echo against the stone walls as we walk toward the entrance of the cave. Linda
LYDIA "You know," I say to Clara, who's busy straightening the blankets around me while Brad scribbles something about my recovery in his notes, "I wouldn't mind if I never have to see this place again."Clara smiles softly, fully aware of what I mean. Brad raises an eyebrow and gives me a suspicious look."Well, I wouldn't mind if you stopped taking up my gurney," he teases. "Some of my other patients need attention too, you know."I laugh weakly. He's right, though. I'm the only one still stuck in the infirmary. Everyone else has already been discharged. Their injuries weren't as serious as mine, and they didn't have to deal with vampire poison or near-death sacrifices to save the Alpha's life. Both Dex and Brad insisted I stay longer, just to make sure I was fully recovered before they'd let me go.Apart from me, there's only one other person here-Linda. She hasn't opened her eyes in almost two days. Brad says she's in a coma, but I refuse to believe she'll stay that way. Every ti
DEX Just when I’m about to lose all hope, a faint heartbeat echoes through the air. My eyes snap open, and I see Lydia’s lips part slightly. She breathes in, soft and shallow at first, like someone trying to hold on to life itself. Then, slowly, colour begins to return to her pale skin.“It’s working,” Brad says beside me, laughing with disbelief and relief tangled together.I let out a shaky laugh too and lean forward to kiss Lydia’s forehead. The wound on her chest starts to close, and the blood that once poured from her heart begins to slow. Her cheeks take on a soft blush, her eyelids gain warmth again, and her lips lose that lifeless blue. Her skin, once cold as ice, feels warm beneath my touch.As she heals, I feel something shift deep inside me. Lydia and I have always been connected, but this—this feels entirely different. It’s not just a bond; it’s as if a missing part of me has come alive again. Like remembering I had another heartbeat that had been silent for too long.Her
LYDIAEven when I try, I can’t keep my eyes open. My head spins and my body feels weak. My skin burns, yet a chill runs through me that makes me tremble.“Stay with me,” Dex says over and over as he drives through the empty streets. His voice is urgent, shaking slightly. The sound of the city fades
LYDIA “Lydia, hold on!” The voice cuts through the chaos—low, rough, and filled with urgency.I blink through the blur, dizzy and half-conscious. My body is heavy, my skin cold, and the sound of metal scraping against metal echoes all around me.Then I see him.A stranger steps out from the shadow
Blurb:When Lydia wakes bound in chains beneath the glow of a full moon, she has no memory of how she got there-only the haunting gaze of a silver-haired stranger named Baron, whose bite nearly claims her life.Her salvation comes in the form of Dex, the fierce and commanding Alpha of the Silver Cr
EPILOGUESix years laterLIORARock. Paper. Scissors.“Shoot. I lost again!” Nyra jumped back and frowned at her father. “Again.”If someone had told me my five-year-old would be playing rock paper scissors with the Night Alpha, I would have laughed and walked away. Yet that was exactly what was ha







