LOGINFive years ago, Sera Winters was rejected on her eighteenth birthday by the only man fate chose for her. Alpha Kieran Blackthorn called her worthless, a weak Omega unfit to stand beside him. Shattered and humiliated, she vanished into the night. Now she's returned as Luna Queen of the continent's most feared pack, draped in power and mystery, with a ruthless Alpha at her side. But when Kieran feels their mate bond still burning like wildfire and begs for a second chance, Sera has only one response: cold, calculated revenge. What Kieran doesn't know: her marriage is a beautiful lie, and Sera isn't the powerless Omega he discarded. She's something far more dangerous—a Lunar Wolf, born once a century, with power enough to reshape their world. What Sera doesn't know: Kieran rejected her to save her life, bound by a death curse he cannot speak of and the witch who cursed him is the same woman who stole Sera's birthright—her own grandmother. As passion reignites and secrets unravel, Sera must choose between vengeance and truth. But some curses can only be broken with sacrifice, and some truths carry a price written in blood.
View MoreThe humming grew.Not loud. That was the worst part of it. It stayed low and constant and felt more than heard, moving through the soles of my boots and up through my legs the way cold moves through stone, steady and patient and already everywhere by the time you noticed it had arrived.I pushed the Blood-Bind thread deeper into the ground and felt the full shape of what was under us.The High Council had not run directly to the coven when the facility fell. They had come here first. They had walked this plain in the dark while we were burning Dream-Root and freeing children and purging black water from a river and they had placed their work into the ground with the careful precision of people who had been building this contingency for a very long time.They had known we would come to the plain.They had known two packs would stand on it together.They had built something specifically for that.A Blood Bomb. The Ancients had named it once in the same list where they named the Executio
We marched for an hour before the plain came into view.The road narrowed between the last stretch of tree line and then opened suddenly and completely the way roads open when they reach a place that was built to be seen. Wide flat ground stretching ahead of us in the grey morning light, the grass grey-green and undisturbed, the kind of stillness that belongs to places that have absorbed a great deal of what people do to each other and have stopped being surprised by any of it.The Neutral Plain.I had never stood on it before. I had heard it described in the Frost Peaks sessions as the traditional meeting ground of Wolfs Crest, the place where packs came when they needed to speak to each other without the weight of home territory pressing on the conversation. Older than any agreement made on it. Older than the packs themselves.We came onto it from the east.Alexei's column had been moving parallel to ours through the tree line and both groups arrived at the plain's edge at the same
I was still sitting in front of Kieran when it hit me.Not the mist. Not dark craft from outside. Something from within the Blood-Bind itself, arriving from a direction I had never felt before. Not the land beneath my feet. Not the column behind me. Something personal and desperate pushing through a gap that should not have existed, using it before the gap could close.It struck me like a fist against the chest.Marcus first.Then Bella immediately after.Both signals layered over each other, carrying the compressed urgent quality of people who have been trying to reach something for a very long time and have finally found a crack thin enough to push through. Not words. Not clear images. Impressions. The kind of communication that happens when someone has very little time and too much to say and cannot afford to waste a single second on anything except the most essential thing.I saw the ritual space.Stone floor. Markings I recognised from the Frost Peaks visions as Kaelen's specific
The mist was thicker away from the road.It pressed against my shins with a weight that had nothing to do with water and everything to do with intention. I kept the Blood-Bind thread pushed outward as I walked, using it as a sensor rather than a weapon, feeling through the purple dark for the point of highest density. The source would be the densest point. That was how all dark craft worked. The further from the source the thinner it became.The whispering followed me.Not the voices it had used on the column. These were quieter and more personal, staying just below the threshold where I could clearly separate planted thoughts from my own. Morvanna and Kaelen had built this working with patience and they knew a Sovereign would come looking for the source.I kept walking anyway.The graveyard appeared through the mist without warning.Old stone markers half buried in earth. Tall grass growing between them undisturbed for what looked like decades. The kind of place the living had stoppe
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