LOGINSila has spent years surviving as the pack’s blind outcast—mocked as broken, believed to be wolfless, and hidden in plain sight. But when her estranged mate, Ty, returns and old lies begin to fracture, Sila is pulled into a brutal reckoning that changes everything she thought she knew about her family, her pack, and herself. What was once dismissed as weakness is revealed as buried power, and the truth behind the ancient prophecy of the true Luna awakens forces that were never meant to rise again. As bloodline secrets, betrayal, and an ancient hunger begin tearing through the foundations of her world, Sila must decide whether to keep surviving inside the system that tried to destroy her—or become the force that remakes it. With Ty at her side and her wolf, Neeka, no longer hidden in the dark, Sila is thrust into a dangerous struggle where love can wound as deeply as power, and mercy may be the only thing standing between salvation and ruin. The Hidden Luna is a dark paranormal romance about survival, prophecy, and a young woman reclaiming her voice in a world built to silence her.
View MoreThe burial hollow opened like a wound that had waited generations to be touched.Earth split in a long, ragged mouth beyond the herb garden, old stones tilting inward as black brine veined through roots and graves alike. The pack did not rush it blindly. That was the final proof of how much the den had changed. Luna Lea held the western line with healers, children, and elders behind her; Alpha Cameron took the north flank with the guard wolves; patrol captains anchored the south and east approaches; and between them all, the howl that had once only meant alarm had become something else entirely—a living thread of witness, each wolf locating the others by truth instead of terror. No one was alone. Not even in fear.Ty and I stood at the lip of the hollow with the route pulsing under our feet and everything in me strangely, terribly clear. The bond between us no longer felt like a thread I might lose if I breathed wrong. It felt like ground. Hard-won ground, made from every truth we had
The dark under the house felt closer now, as if the route had finally decided there was no point pretending distance still existed.Brine ticked through the cracks in the floor. The hidden channel breathed in red pulses somewhere behind the walls. Above us, the den was still fighting to hold shape against voices, doors, children’s laughter, and all the borrowed intimacies the route had learned to use as weapons. And in the middle of all of it, Ty stood so close beside me that every shift of his breathing brushed the edge of my awareness like a touch. I had become frighteningly attuned to him. Not just to the bond. To him. The line of tension in his shoulders. The way restraint sharpened his silence. The way want in him had learned how to stand still instead of reaching without permission.“You keep looking at the route like you plan to insult it personally,” I said.Ty’s mouth moved, not quite a smile. “I’m considering several approaches.” His voice dropped lower, roughened by everyth
By the time the second horn sounded, the pack had stopped mistaking the night for aftermath.Whatever peace we had built in the weeks after the mountain no longer even pretended to hold. The den moved with the hard, stripped efficiency of wolves who finally understand that the next strike is not another test. Doors opened. Patrol captains shouted names and routes. Lanterns flared to life room by room. Children were gathered. Elders woken. Weapons pulled from hooks that had barely had time to gather dust again. The whole pack had crossed some invisible threshold between recovery and readiness, and no one was naive enough to believe we could go back across it unchanged.Ty was at my door before I reached it.We nearly collided in the threshold, breathless from the same alarm, the same instinctive rush toward the center of whatever was breaking next. For one heartbeat neither of us spoke. The bond between us hit hot and immediate, not gentle anymore, not content to hum quietly across the
The voice in the council hall did not sing the lullaby all the way through.It stopped halfway on the same note my mother used to hold just a little too long when I was small and pretending not to be afraid of storms. The den reacted to that cut-off sound with a kind of collective flinch more intimate than panic. In the council hall above, healers and guards froze where they stood. Children who had been crying went abruptly silent, the way pups do when something older and wrong enters the room and instinct tells them to listen. Then the silence broke into motion all at once.Luna Lea’s orders split the house cleanly in two. Half the guards sealed the eastern hall and held the nursery line. The other half turned inward toward the council room, blades drawn but low, because steel alone meant very little against a voice wearing memory. Healers gathered the youngest wolves into the center of the room and made the older children hold hands in a ring around them. One of the kitchen women to
The second heartbeat changed the pack before any of us had the language to understand it.It did not knock wolves off their feet or send them screaming into the corridors. The change was subtler, and therefore worse. The pack house inhaled. Every wolf linked by blood, loyalty, hierarchy, or mating
“Useful,” I echoed, though the word came out thinner than I meant it to. The room under the house was too small for fear this large, too old for the sort of hope I kept trying to sneak into it. Boxes rattled around us. Black brine ran in hair-thin streams between the stones. Something massive kept
Heat crawled up my throat and locked there, turning every breath shallow. For one wild second, I forgot how to move, forgot how to think, forgot that Beth Lancaster thrived on watching other people crack. All I could hear was the rush of blood in my ears and the echo of Luna Lea’s words. The cresce
As I stumbled down the path toward the dining hall, the morning air bit through my thin dress and settled cold against my skin. Gravel shifted beneath my shoes, every uneven stone mapped in my memory after years of walking this route half by instinct and half by stubbornness. Around me, pack member












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