The Trap Inside

POV: Calista RiversInside the blue dome was hot and thick. It was like stepping into an oven filled with dry salt and burning iron.My lungs burned as I pulled myself up off the stone courtyard. Kael’s hand was at my elbow, steadying my frame. His silver eyes flicked over my face, scanning for new injuries.Through our soul-thread, his thoughts were controlled lines of tension. *Fifty against a hundred,* the bond hummed, a low frequency in my ribcage. *Small odds. Good odds. Keep her behind the stone.*Behind us, the blue magical dome crackled against the black iron fence. Outside that glowing wall, Alpha Magnus slammed the butt of his rifle against the force field. The stock burst into yellow sparks, but the blue wall didn't even ripple. Magnus, Jarek, and three hundred of our wolves were locked out.We were locked in."A clean tight circle" Alpha Silas muttered, stepping up beside us. He adjusted his grip on his heavy iron axe. His timber-wolf fur coat was singed at the trim,

The Falling Tower

POV: Calista RiversThe front iron gate gave way with a screech as the lead logging truck smashed straight through it.The heavy bumper crushed the black metal posts into kindling. Behind the truck, three hundred mountain wolves poured into the stone courtyard like an overflowing river of gray fur and flashing steel.General Vane gasped, his small eyes widening as he watched his defense line collapse in less than thirty seconds. Kael dropped him onto the stone porch like a sack of wet salt. The silver-haired man hit the ground hard, his fine blue suit tearing on the jagged marble tiles."Tie him to the iron post" Alpha Magnus ordered, striding up the steps with his heavy rifle resting over one broad shoulder. His face was covered in black soot, but his amber eyes burned with a fierce triumph. "If his remaining men keep shooting from the upper windows, he dies first."Jarek scrambled up the steps behind Magnus, his dark tablet tucked under one arm while he carried a heavy crowbar i

The River's Edge

POV: Calista RiversThe first clean breath I had taken in three days was at the habor. Behind us, the high glass towers of Manhattan stood tall and dark, but the burning orange light of the falling spire had faded into thin gray wisps. The city felt empty now. The loud humming of the central grid was gone, the rhythmic lapping of the river waves against the wooden dock posts.I sat on the dropped tailgate of the lead logging truck, wrapped in a thick wool blanket that smelled of mountain smoke.My left arm was still tied tight against my ribs, but my doctor’s brain could tell the bone was starting to settle. The deep ache in my collarbone had cooled into a manageable throb. I held a small tin cup of hot well-water in my right hand, letting the steam warm my face. My fingers were still marked with pink, fresh scars where the silver fire had bitten through my skin, but they no longer bled.Kael stood two feet away on the gravel shore. He had shed his jacket, wearing only a sleeve

All Chapters of BLOOD MOON REDEMPTION: Chapter 41 - Chapter 43

The Trap Inside

The Falling Tower

The River's Edge