How Does 'Carolina Moon' End For Tory?

I'm the fiercest she-wolf warrior in the Pack— but no one wants me as their mate. My stunning twin sister loves to mock me, bragging that she’s about to marry the future Alpha King of this land. Then at the wedding, her groom reaches for my scarred, sword-calloused hand— and asks me to become the Luna Queen?!

My fated mate, Alpha Ronan Thornwood, gets betrayed by his best friend, Asher Crowe, during a pack battle. In order to preserve his position as the Alpha, Ronan begs me to travel to the Onyx Wolf pack with him in search of help. I accept his request immediately. But three days before our journey is set to begin, Ronan gets shot in the leg by a silver arrow when he's hunting a deer for me. In order to not delay our trip, he suggests that I travel to the pack on my own. Out of guilt toward Ronan, I decide to drop by the Healing Sanctuary to visit Ronan before the journey. But that's when I overhear his conversation with Asher. "So you first pretended to have bad blood with me, then you pretended to get hurt? All this just to trick Freya into traveling to the Onyx Wolf pack? You do realize that in order to get there, one must travel through the Dark Forest, right? Rumors have it that ferocious Rogues prowl that place! "You and Freya have grown up with each other since you two were pups! Do you really have the heart to let her embark on such a dangerous journey?" As Ronan unties the bandages around his leg, he replies coldly, "Those are just rumors. It's not like there really are Rogues infesting the forest. "Anyway, Freya is too docile and boring. The thought of being bound to her forever after she turns 18 suffocates me to no end! Willow, on the other hand, is different. She might be an Omega, but she's passionate and bold, not to mention she's also interesting and outgoing!" "So, are you going to abandon Freya and be with Willow?" "No way!" Ronan replies firmly. "Freya is my Luna. I just want to spend an unforgettable time with Willow before bonding with Freya." It turns out the pack battle, the betrayal, and Ronan's injury are all lies. Ronan wants to trick me into leaving the pack just so he can be with another she-wolf. After drying my tears, I change my destination. Now, I'm heading toward the Moon Goddess' Sacred Ground. I'm born with the mark of the Moon Goddess, which automatically makes me a Luna. But this mark doesn't just represent the title of the Luna—it also represents the most prestigious position in a pack, which is the divine messenger. From now on, I have nothing to do with Ronan.

She was never meant to matter. Until she became the spark that could shatter an entire world. Rory has always lived at the bottom of the pack—an orphaned omega, overlooked, unloved, and invisible. She expected the Moon Festival to be just another night spent watching from the shadows. Instead, it became the moment everything changed. When a rogue wolf attacks, Rory doesn’t run. She leaps into the fray to save a child—and in that instant, her first shift explodes from within her. But this is no ordinary transformation. She doesn’t just shift. She awakens. Before a stunned crowd, Rory kills a rogue mid-air with the fury and grace of an Alpha... and draws the attention of the last wolves anyone would expect: the Alpha’s triplet sons. Kael — the heir with haunted eyes. Thorne — the untamed warrior with a heart of fire. Riven — the ruthless tactician who trusts no one. One mate would’ve been impossible. But all three? It’s not fate. It’s a prophecy. And a curse. “Three sons. One moon. One mate. Choose wrong, and the pack will fall.”

Emory Chavére returned home to answer her Alpha's call, arriving at the very edge of a war threatening the survival of the wolves. The key to ending this conflict lies in fulfilling the prophecy of the goddess Aworyn, uniting the warring factions of Lycans and Wolves through a sacred marriage. Refusing to be a pawn in a senseless game, Emory chooses to flee. This decision, however, sets in motion a sequence of events that triggers the prophecy of the Last Hunter. On the eve of the Hunter's Moon, the original instigators of the war resurface. As the prophecy unravels, she finds herself caught in a web of discoveries, alliances, and betrayals. Now the future of all species hangs in the balance, and Emory's existence is inextricably linked to the outcome. Will Emory be able to end the centuries-old war between the gods and dragons, or will she be consumed by the chaos of the conflict? Only time will tell.

This year marked the sixth Unclaimed Moon Damian and I had shared together. As the future Alpha of Moonridge Pack, Damian always believed this tradition would make our bond stronger. Every year, for one month after our anniversary, we suppressed our mate bond through an old pack ritual, stayed out of each other's lives, and gave each other complete freedom. If either of us found someone better, we were supposed to wish them happiness. If not, he would reclaim me when the month ended. Champagne sprayed through the hall as wolves laughed and cheered around the betting table. "Here's to our Alpha being unclaimed again. Another year of freedom." "The betting is open. Put your chips on the left if you think he'll reclaim her. Put them on the right if you think this is finally over." Through the haze of cigar smoke, I sat alone on a leather sofa, watching everything unfold as if none of it had anything to do with me. Damian slipped an arm around Vivian's waist. As he passed me, he lowered his voice and said, "Don't overthink it. You'll always be my only Luna." "When Unclaimed Moon ends, I'll come back to you." I rested a cold hand against the slight curve of my stomach, my expression unchanged. Damian, this year, I placed my bet on the end. I would disappear from your world completely. The claim you were always so sure I would never reject would be the one thing I walked away from tonight.

Seven days before our bonding ceremony, I overheard my mate joking with his friends. He had already moved our bonding from the snowfield altar I chose to the coastside grounds because Lyra liked the sea. But that was not the part that made them fall silent. What shocked them was that he had also prepared a Luna crown for her. One of them laughed nervously. “Changing the bonding site is one thing. Maybe Serena will forgive that. But the Luna crown? That’s different. For a woman, that crown means everything. Aren’t you afraid she’ll leave?” My mate only smiled, calm and certain. “It’s just a crown. Serena won’t care.” “She loves me. When has she ever refused me anything? She’s not going to throw a tantrum over something this small.” And for the first time, I realized he was right about one thing. I had loved him enough to forgive too much. But not anymore. So when the bonding day came and he stood at the coastside grounds calling for me again and again, I only watched the snow fall outside the window and thought: He was right. I did not make a scene. I did not demand an explanation. I just walked away without a word. He thought that meant it was nothing. He would only understand later that a woman who leaves in silence is not giving you another chance—she is leaving you with nothing but regret.