LOGINTHE ALPHA'S CRIMSON VOW One ritual. One night of heat. A war for her blood. Elena Vance was just a village healer until she was sold to the monster of Blackwood. To save his pack and his failing sanity, Alpha Cassian needed a human anchor and he chose her. The •Crimson Vow• wasn’t a prayer; it was a {raw, primal sex ritual} that fused their bodies and souls in the center of the Stone Circle. Cassian didn’t just mark her neck; he claimed her in an explicit, high stakes encounter of blood and skin that should have left her dead. Instead, it woke a miracle. Now, Elena’s neck bears the glowing mark of the Vow, and her eyes swirl with a silver starlight that hasn't been seen in a thousand years. She is the •Silver Sighted•, the only thing standing between Cassian and the mindless rot of the •Fading Moon• But her new power has turned her into the ultimate prize for every rival pack in the territory. Caught between a possessive Alpha who would burn the world to keep her and a Beta who has already sold her soul to the highest bidder, Elena must navigate a world of lethal secrets and ancient blood wars. In a land where humans are pawns and wolves are monsters, she is about to find out that the only thing more dangerous than the ritual is the woman she is now becoming. In the Blackwood Pack, love is a debt paid in sweat and silver, and the Vow is only the beginning.
View MoreThe ground didn't just shake; it screamed. The sound of stone grinding against stone was like a giant’s teeth gnashing together right beneath Elena’s feet. She stumbled, her hands scraping against the jagged rocks of the canyon floor as the massive, black scaled head of the Bone Eater rose higher. It was worse than the spirit they had fought at the Citadel. This thing was flesh and bone, covered in oily scales that smelled like stagnant water and old graves. And there, fused into the center of its chest like a sick trophy, was Marcus. His face was charred and frozen in a permanent scream, his empty eye sockets leaking the same black sludge as the feral wolves."The feast," the Bone Eater hissed, the sound vibrating through Elena’s very marrow. "The starlight is finally ripe."Cassian was on his feet in a second, his silver red light flaring with a violent intensity. He didn't look at the Silver Fang leader with the ice spear anymore. All his focus was on the monster in the center of
The silence of the mountain didn't last. It wasn't the kind of peace that came after a victory; it was the quiet of a graveyard right before the ground started to move. Elena stood in the grey ash, her fingers still trembling from the heat of the explosion. She looked at Lyra, who was curled in a small, shivering heap at her feet. The girl was breathing, but her skin was like ice. Every time Elena looked at her own hands, she saw the faint, reddish gold light humming beneath her skin. She felt heavy heavier than a human should feel but the hunger that had defined her for weeks was finally quiet. It had been replaced by a deep, vibrating connection to the very rock beneath her feet."Cassian," she whispered.He was standing ten feet away, staring at the horizon. The orange glow of the burning Blackwood forest was reflected in his silver gold eyes, but there was no joy in his expression. His jaw was set so tight it looked like it might shatter. His hands were curled into white knuckled
The obsidian knife felt alive in Elena’s hand. It wasn't cold like the silver bars or the stone floor of the pit. It was hot—a deep, pulsing heat that felt like a heartbeat. As she gripped the hilt, the thin black line of rot on her arm didn't just fade; it turned a brilliant, glowing crimson. The red light crawled up her skin, weaving through the silver and violet, creating a pattern that looked like fire moving through a forest.High Priest Vane didn't move. He stood at the edge of the pit, his silver staff held high, his face a mask of bored arrogance. He didn't think a human girl with a piece of volcanic glass could do anything to the Council’s sacred silver. He thought he had already won."You are wasting your breath, Elena," Vane called down. His voice echoed off the silver-lined walls, sounding metallic and thin. "That blade was carved by the first humans to ever crawl into these caves. It is a relic of a dead age. It cannot break what the Goddess has blessed."Elena didn't loo
The first thing Elena noticed was the weight of her own skin. When the violet shard had lived in her heart and the silver starlight had flowed through her veins, she had felt light. She had felt like a part of the wind and the mountain. Now, waking up on a floor of cold, polished stone, she felt like a bag of wet sand. Her bones ached. Her head throbbed with a rhythmic, dull heat that made her want to vomit. The air in the room was sharp and metallic, a scent that stung the back of her throat and made every breath feel like she was inhaling needles.She tried to reach for the bond. It was an instinct now, as natural as reaching for a glass of water when thirsty. She reached into the dark, quiet space in the back of her mind where Cassian usually lived, but there was nothing. No warmth. No golden heat. No possessive, low growl. There was only a vast, empty silence that made her chest feel like it was being crushed by a giant hand.Cassian, she whispered. Her voice didn't echo. The wa












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