LOGINShe was too soft, too chubby, and too gentle for a brutal world. That’s what her Alpha told her the night he rejected her in front of the entire pack. “I need a Luna with teeth, not tits.” Moments later, Emara Dell lay dying in the snow...murdered by the same wolves she once healed. But death is only the beginning. Under the blood-red moon, the Goddess resurrects her as the Shadow Luna: powerful, untouchable, and burning with shadowfire. Her heartbeat awakens an ancient guardian across the sea....Fenric, the legendary Bone Wolf, a monstrous, devastatingly beautiful male who rises with one purpose: Find her. Claim her. Destroy anyone who ever hurt her. Bodies begin to appear beneath crescent moons. Wolves whisper of a feral god hunting in the dark. And when Emara and Fenric finally collide, their connection is explosive, forbidden, and dangerously addictive, and filled with heat that could burn a world to ash. But jealousy has consequences. Lyrina Veega, the Beta’s daughter and Corvin’s childhood favorite, performs a forbidden ritual to steal Emara’s power… and accidentally tears open a divine rift, awakening a forgotten god. Now war is coming. Desire is a weapon. And Emara must decide if she will rule the shadows...or let them consume her. A dark, high spice paranormal romance full of feral devotion, explosive chemistry, brutal revenge, and a heroine who rises from death as something no Alpha could ever control.
View MoreEmara POVThe packhouse smelled like life again.Not death. Not despair. Not that sharp sting of guilt and history and tragedy.Life.Fresh bread. Pine soap. Woodsmoke. Laughter.Sunlight streamed through the windows, catching flecks of silver shadow that drifted lazily around the rafters, pieces of my magic, Morana’s magic, our magic, responding to joy the way a wolf responds to a howl. Rowan hummed beside me as he directed a dozen wolves with the authority of a general and the attitude of a gremlin prince.“No no no....put the table over there, unless you want everyone tripping and dying before dinner,” he scolded dramatically, flicking his wrist. Silver sparks cascaded across the floor like confetti. “We’re heroes, not hazard creators. Feng shui, bitches.”A round of laughter rippled through the dining hall.Morana purred inside my mind, low and pleased. "You have given them hope. This house breathes again."I ran my fingers along the newly polished banister, the dark wood gleamed
Lyrina Veega POVCorvin followed me.I heard his heavy Alpha steps behind me before he said a word. That alone stoked my rage, because he should have been following her, the healer brat, the soft little nothing, like she was a goddess reborn. But no. He followed me now. He followed me as if that mattered. As if I still cared about him.I stumbled through the corridor, my breaths sharp, and my nails biting crescents into my palms. My mind kept replaying his face the moment Fenric kissed her. He had looked away, ashamed and wounded, like a child caught doing something pitiful.Good. Let him hurt. He deserved it.But then that silver-haired monster, Fenric, the demon wolf, the myth made flesh, he had rejected me. Me. He had stared at me with those too cold eyes, those sharp cheekbones, those inhuman lines carved into his skin, and he had told me to give up or he would kill me.Kill me. Like I was nothing. Like I meant nothing. Like he already belonged to her.I slammed the door to my roo
Fenric POVShadow Luna PackhouseShe moved like moonlight.Not fast. Not dramatic. Not trying to be anything she wasn’t. Just… gentle. Warm. Soft in the way the world didn’t deserve but desperately needed.Emara. My mate.My pulse kicked every time she laughed, every time her smile brightened a room, every time her shadowfire flickered around her fingers as she helped a young Omega fix a broken drawer or soothed an elderly wolf’s aching joints.She wasn’t trying to lead. She simply was. And wolves followed kindness far more fiercely than cruelty.I stood in the rebuilt hall with my arms crossed, watching her flit from room to room with Rowan at her side. My chest tightened, painfully but pleasantly, at how beautiful she was when she was simply allowed to exist.“Fenric,” Rowan drawled behind me. “You’re staring again.”I didn’t look away. “She is magnificent.”Rowan let out a dreamy sigh. “I swear… I hope I find a man who looks at me the way you look at her.”I turned, clapped his sho
Lyrina Veega POVThe Forbidden LibraryThe torches burned low in the corridors beneath the packhouse, shadows slithering along the stone walls like they were alive. Like they knew where I was going. Like they were hungry for it.Fine. So was I. Every step echoed with the same furious mantra that had looped in my skull since she walked back into this pack:She died. She died. She fucking died.I killed her. I watched her bleed into the snow. I watched Father kick the life out of her. I heard the crack of her ribs. I saw her eyes go blank.She. Was. Dead.She was supposed to stay dead.But no.The goddess resurrected her like some celestial charity case and now every pathetic wolf in this pack was bowing to her like she was royalty. Like she wasn’t the same fat, soft, pathetic healer who used to hide behind her robes and cry when pups insulted her.And Fenric....Fenric, the bone god of winter himself, looked at her the way every girl dreamed of being looked at. Devoted. Rabid. Worshipfu
Emara Dell POVI woke up feeling like warm honey poured over a bruised peach. Sore. Glowy. Floating. Absolutely wrecked in the most magnificent way possible.My entire body sang with the memory of Fenric’s hands, his mouth, his voice, gods, his voice, swearing devotion into my skin like prayers he’
Emara Dell POV The Small Packhouse, Reborn By late morning, the abandoned packhouse didn’t feel abandoned at all. Fenric lifted a fallen support beam like it weighed nothing, Rowan followed behind him flicking silver magic everywhere like glitter, and I used shadowfire to mend the cracked stone
Emara Dell POVBack to BloodFangWhen we walked from the cabin, Corvin took the lead, and we followed, Shadow Luna, Silver Wolf, and Bone Wolf walking in perfect silence.By the time we reached BloodFang territory, the pack was already gathered. Hundreds of wolves. Shouting. Foaming with fear.“Dem
Emara Dell POVThe Cabin, DawnI woke with a jolt, like someone had grabbed my soul and yanked.Heat rushed through my chest, bright and urgent, and my breath fogged in the cold air as I pushed myself upright. My heart wasn’t beating normally. It was answering something. A call. A pull. A promise.
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