Se connecterOrelith has spent twenty-five years believing she is an ordinary woman. With no memories of her childhood and no family to call her own, she has learned to survive quietly under the protection of Mara, the only person she has ever considered home. Then Soren Varrick sees her. The stranger stares at her as if he has just seen a dead woman walk out of her grave. He knows her name, knows things about her past she cannot remember, and gives her only one warning: leave before they find you. Orelith refuses to run. But when strange wolves begin appearing around her home and forgotten memories start bleeding into her dreams, the life she knows begins to unravel. Then Vaeron enters her life—a powerful Alpha who seems determined to protect her, even while hiding the reason he knows exactly how dangerous her existence is. Orelith soon discovers the impossible truth. She isn’t an ordinary wolf. She is the last surviving heir of the Moon Court, a supernatural kingdom destroyed twenty-five years ago. Everyone believed the Moon Queen died that night. She didn’t. Someone erased Orelith’s memories and hid her from the world. Now the people who destroyed her family have discovered she is alive. As Orelith searches for the truth, she finds herself caught between two men connected to different parts of her past—Soren, who remembers the girl she used to be, and Vaeron, who becomes the man she is learning to trust. But the greatest secret is still waiting. The person who destroyed the Moon Court may be much closer to Orelith than she ever imagined.
Voir plusThe first thing I noticed the next morning was the blood beneath my fingernails, and the second was the man standing across the road who looked at me as though he had just seen a dead woman walk out of her grave.I froze beside Mara old wooden gate, my fingers curling into my palms as I stared at the stranger. The morning air was cold and damp, carrying the scent of rain and wet earth from the forest, but I barely noticed it because my thoughts were still trapped in what had happened the night before.The claws had disappeared before sunrise, leaving my fingers almost normal again, but the skin around my nails remained tender. Every time I looked at my hands, I remembered them lengthening and darkening while Mara watched in horror.I had barely slept because the second heartbeat beneath my ribs had continued throughout the night. It was steady and unfamiliar, like another presence had awakened inside me and was waiting for me to understand why it was there.Mara had insisted tha
I did not sleep after Mara left.Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the voice repeating the same warning inside my head. I told myself it had been a dream caused by exhaustion, but the second heartbeat made that explanation impossible. It continued beneath my own pulse.I sat on the edge of my bed with the lamp burning beside me. The room looked normal, but something about it felt different. I could hear the clock ticking across the room, and each movement seemed painfully loud. I could hear the wind brushing against the roof, the branches scraping against the window, and even the faint movement of Mara’s footsteps somewhere downstairs.I frowned as I remembered that Mara had already gone downstairs, and I could not understand how I was hearing her so clearly. I stood up slowly and listened.There it was again. Footsteps moved across the wooden floor below me, followed by the soft creak of a cupboard. Then I heard water running in the kitchen.My heart began beating faster, and the
The heartbeat came again, and this time I knew I had not imagined it.I froze with one hand on my bedroom door, my fingers curled around the brass handle while my heart hammered inside my chest. Beneath it came another rhythm, slower and deeper, as if something had settled inside me and was knocking from the other side.I pressed my palm against my chest and held my breath. “Please, not again,” I whispered. The second heartbeat answered immediately, and my stomach twisted. It was not coming from the walls, the hallway, or the forest beyond my window. It was coming from inside me.I stumbled backward until my hip struck the desk. “This is impossible,” I said, staring at my reflection in the mirror. “I am tired. That is all. I have not slept properly since the night in the forest.”I placed both hands over my chest. My heartbeat was uneven, but the other one remained steady, patient.I swallowed and whispered, “Who are you?” Nothing answered me, yet the second pulse continued beneath
I woke with dirt pressed against my lips and the certainty that I could not breathe. Panic surged through me before I understood why, flooding my chest like freezing water. I tried to inhale, but the air barely reached my lungs.Something heavy pressed against my body from every direction, pinning my arms to my sides and forcing my knees against my chest. I opened my mouth to scream, and a mouthful of soil spilled between my teeth.I gagged and twisted violently, but there was nowhere to move. My fingers struck the packed earth above my face, and the realization hit me with such force that terror became a living thing inside my chest.I had been buried. My final moments returned in a rush, the moon hanging above the trees, the blade tearing through my flesh, the stranger standing over me, and the warmth of my blood fading as my body surrendered to the darkness.I had truly died, then why could I breathe?The question barely formed before another wave of panic seized me. I clawed upw
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