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I suppress a laugh. Suddenly Alpha’s voice comes on the phone, “she’s really out cold?”. It surprised me, “Umm yes Alpha, she passed out instantly… why? Is that bad? I thought that was normal?”. He pauses… “it’s a lot more common in wolves who are virgins Ian”. I’m taken aback… “Uh yeah, she was a virgin”. I hear Luna yelling for her phone back and calling him a dick.

If there were even any pieces left. “The witch has Melissa and Avery,” I said. The Gamma blinked. “But Avery is the one who…” “She’s an imposter.” I looked imploringly at Colt. His face was pale. He knew it as well as I did. That was not Avery. That was the witch wearing her skin, and now she was going to install herself as the Luna of Nightwolf, one of the strongest packs in the territories… If that happened, then what was next? Another pack to take over? And another? Before we knew it, she might have taken over all the packs, blood would be shed, and Avery and Melissa and maybe even Bjorn and Gideon—they’d all be dead.

In the moonless cave, the old spirit waited. She had no eyes, but saw everything. “You are no Luna,” she whispered. “You are something older.” She placed a crown of bones and silver. I felt it burn. I did not speak. I only walked alone to the cliff’s edge. Below, wolves mourned. Above, stars wept. Inside, I promised: “No more waiting. No more mercy. This pack will rise, or the world will fall.” The stolen pups returned, alive, unharmed, but changed: their eyes were red, their voices were wrong.

by a marriage contract, Huda had been left to rot in the human world. “It's not fair,” Huda spat, pacing the small room like a caged animal. Her wolf was restless, flicking through the surface of her skin in jagged, nervous shifts. “You're Luna. You wear silks and eat at the Alpha’s table while I’m counting pennies for bread. Why does the Goddess love you and hate me?"

The night before the Blood Moon, my Alpha, Kael was drugged with Silver Fern — an aphrodisiac so strong it sent him into an uncontrollable rut, his eyes burning red. I was his fiancée's younger sister, raised to be his "Shadow Luna." That night, he pinned me against the cold stone steps of the Moon Temple. I should have pushed him away. Instead, I melted into his heat. When I finally lifted my bloodied head, I saw his true Luna — my own sister — standing in the doorway in her moonstone bonding gown, tears in her eyes. Three days later, the patrol dragged a body from the Silver Lake. A woman in a bonding gown. She was carrying the Alpha's first heir. He married me anyway, to keep the pack st

"Why are you doing this? I am your Luna?" Alison Carter, Luna of the Rose Moon Pack, cried while clutching her side. Bleeding from her Alpha's claws. Her red long hair was now drenched with blood. Her sapphire eyes reflected her fear and disgust against the perpetrators.

"Is that... is that blood?" I froze. Luna was walking across the gravel drive, her movements mechanical, disjointed. She was barefoot. Her clothes—my stolen parka and jeans—were drenched. Not in water. In red. Blood coated her skin, matted her hair, and dripped from her fingertips. She looked like she had bathed in it. "It smells like wolf blood," Jack murmured beside me, his voice tight with unease. "Silver Moon blood." We knew that scent. We had been tracking it for weeks.

"Do you think I can do this? Do you think I can be Luna of this pack? After all, I am a human, and I wasn't raised here. I'm a stranger to this place and this world." "And yet you embraced this new word with an open heart. You and your father took care of a wounded werewolf with two pups and gave her a home and love, although running away or killing her would have been a more reasonable choice. You were brought here against your will, and yet not even once seen us as monsters. You made this place your home and never demanded pity from any of us. You showed care and consideration, and I can see it, and I assure you that the pack sees it too. Why do you think everybody is so clingy toward you

I gave her a warm smile. She nodded yes. I waved goodbye. I walked into the conference room, Alpha Jared was sitting in one of the chairs, his Luna by his side. I missed Aura. We discussed the latest in the pack disagreements and financial agreements, and finally renewed the paperwork for our alliance. It felt as though it went on forever. When we were finished, I was going to check on Aura. I had only made it up three steps when I heard the voices of the werewolf council members. I sighed. I looked up the staircase. Begrudgingly, I turned around greeting the council members as we walked into the conference room.

“She was the first. The original Luna born of prophecy. The one they feared. The one they tried to erase from history.” “And I’m… connected to her?” He didn't deny it. Instead, he whispered, “You were able to open the book, so yes.” You are her blood. Her blood? Yes,history have it that all legendary Luna comes from one lineage. The room spun slightly as his words sank in. “And that’s why I don’t have a wolf?” I asked. “Because I’m not just a normal wolf?” He nodded. “Because you’re something more.” My fingers trembled around the book.