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We finished just in time as my brother and parents were coming down the stairs. “Good morning dear ones. I hope your hungry.” I said as they got to us. My brother said nothing and sat down, my father nodded and my mother was speechless. We sat around the table chatting and eating enjoying this calm before the inevitable storm that would come. Unknown POV Deep in the Montana mountains, the last vampire in existence awakes from his slumber, weak and frail needing blood. He knew that the blue moon wolves have united, it would be the only reason he was awake. He crawls out of the hole he was left in and stretches his arms. Creaking and cracking are all he heard as he relaxes. Fully awake now and

“You blew up his world. Now he wants to look you in the eye and figure out how.” “Or he wants to kill me,” I said. “That too,” she replied, shrugging. “Honestly, probably a bit of both.” Malek looked back at her. “You’re awfully calm about all this.” She smiled a little. “I’ve tracked a Bloodmoon bloodline for eleven years. My scale for ‘calm’ moved a long time ago.”

That was what they called it now like it was something that had simply happened rather than something that had been done. Twenty-seven wolves were killed In one ceremony all because one Blood Moon rose red and swollen over Blackwood territory. And Selene, nineteen years old and shaking, standing at the edge of it all with blood on her hands that she could not explain. She remembered the faces more than anything. The way they’d looked at her. These were people who had watched her grow up, who had called her by her name, who had sat at tables with her and laughed with her and told her she was going to be the finest Luna their generation had ever seen. They all looked at her like she was someth

She pushes past me and steps out onto the balcony. I follow her out into the cold, red-tinted night. We lean over the railing, peering into the shadows below. "It's a natural phenomenon," Liviel explains, her voice still a little tight. "But the Blood Moon triggers extreme agitation and aggression in all Dark Faction creatures. That includes Reapers, you know. Haven't you felt it?" Agitation. Well, that explains a lot. No wonder I felt like a hyperactive sociopath today. CRASH! Another violent sound of shattering wood and glass shakes the floorboards beneath our feet, yanking me out of my thoughts.

“We march east before the moon wanes. That rune belongs to Blood Moon. And I am going to rip it right off his corpse.” ​The pack link flares. The guilt and desperation of the last three days instantly burn away, replaced by the hardening diamond of our resolve. The blood moon’s call is a drumbeat in our veins, and we are finally going to war. ​

A guard stepped forward, holding a memory stone. "This is a memory stone from the outer perimeter of the Bloodmoon Pack. The silver mist interfered with it, so the image isn't perfect, but it's clear enough." The projection lit up. It showed me trapped behind the vines, with Lily sneaking in and removing my moonstone, all while wearing a smug smile. Then, she grabbed a branch and slashed viciously at my sleeve. All eyes snapped to Lily, filled with contempt, rage, and shock. "No… T-That's not true…"

“Alpha Darius Blackmoor.” The name hit me like ice. My wrist burned hot, alive. The mark recoiled in a heartbeat, thrumming against my skin. Cold rejection. Eyes that had turned away. Bonds denied. The court leaned forward as one. And in that moment, I knew with chilling clarity… The Blood Moon had arrived early. And this time, it carried my name.

He chuckled softly as he poured the boiling water into two chipped mugs. He handed one mug to me before sitting across from me. “The Bloodmoon doesn’t just bind wolves to their pack,” he continued, his tone turning serious. “It brands obedience into your very soul. Most don’t even realize what they’re giving up when they accept it. The Bloodmoon is more powerful than one thinks, and then once in who knows how many years, it creates a Moonborn. Pesky thing if you ask me.” My jaw tightened, staring into the steaming liquid. “So, what is the purpose of this Moonborn? And what happens to those who refuse?”

“You are the key—and the blade. The one who may heal, or the one who may destroy.” Maya’s skin prickled as the water around them shimmered. A pulse of energy rippled outward, and then the voice came—not Sirena’s, not anyone’s, but something ancient that thrummed with power. "When sea meets shadow and moonlight bleeds, A child of three shall rise from need. Wolf of white with eyes of ice, Bound by blood yet torn by vice." Maya’s chest tightened, her wolf stirring restlessly beneath her skin.

Elena POV The chains around my wrists rattled with every jolt of the carriage. Iron cuffs bit into my skin, leaving bruises that would probably never fade. They weren’t silver, but I was still trapped. Shackled. The wooden floor shook beneath me as the horses dragged us closer to Crescent Blood Kingdom, the home of the quadruplet alphas. The kings. My throat tightened. Everyone whispered about them in fear, as if even saying their names might summon them. Four brothers born under the Blood Moon. Four alphas sharing one throne. Together, they ruled the largest werewolf empire in existence.