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I took a breath, then reached out and touched her skin. The vision slammed into me like a wave crashing over my head. Flashes. Darkness. Cold. Blood on the snow. Jaxson’s face is older, harder. His eyes weren’t wild anymore. They were clear. Clear and cruel. A gathering. Wolves standing in rows, too still. Too quiet. Young wolves. Pups. Barely shifted. Trained to obey, trained to fight without question. And underground a room of steel and stone. Maps. Weapons. A calendar marked with red. And a symbol drawn over and over: a crescent moon bleeding down its curve. Then Hana, crying in silence while she cleaned blood from a blade that wasn’t hers.

He pulled her close, lips brushing hers, warmth blooming, their laughter mingling, a vow in every touch. Lila’s scroll unfurled, hazel eyes sparkling, voice bright, showing pups her sketch. “See, the crescent—like our promise, shining!” Spark yipped, vibrant. Stars, Lila—shine, lead! Pups cheered, their sprigs bold, twilight catching their joy, her courage their guide.

"Old school. I like it. Very retro-rebellious of you." We begin scribbling notes, passing them between us. Luna's handwriting is neat and concise, laying out potential plans. Cassidy's is more chaotic, filled with wild suggestions and crude drawings of Lucian with horns and a pitchfork. Every now and then, I steal a glance toward him. His expression remains neutral, but his narrowed eyes are a silent warning. He knows we're planning something. Fine. Let him watch. Let him listen. Let him report back to my father like the good little soldier he is.

She could only force herself to retort, "Leonard, stop asking! I really didn't lie to you!" She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. "Leonard, you're not scared, are you? Are you afraid Silvermoon Pack will retaliate? What are you afraid of? With me here, I'm a descendant of an Alpha. As long as you make me your Luna, no one will retaliate against you." She grabbed Leonard's trouser leg desperately as tears streamed down her face. Her voice was a mixture of tenderness and sorrow. "You love me, don't you? Please look at me and have mercy on me... We'll be together forever. We'll have everything..."

​The First Breach ​The ceiling of the Labyrinth suddenly groaned. A vertical crack appeared in the rock, and a liquid-violet substance began to seep through, looking like glowing lava. ​"They're here!" Maya screamed. ​The violet liquid didn't just pool on the floor; it began to take shape. It formed three tall, spindly figures with skin like polished obsidian and eyes that were nothing but voids of shifting stars. They didn't breathe, and they didn't make a sound. They were the Lunar Enforcers.

Blurb Ava Blackwood was born to be a Queen, but the world only saw a rejected outcast. After being publicly humiliated and cast aside by Alpha Prince Kael, Ava expects the sacred mate bond to shatter. Instead, it lingers as a painful unbreakable tether to the man who betrayed her. Sold by her gambling-addicted father to satisfy a debt, Ava's life reaches a breaking point until the feared Rogue King suddenly claims she's belonged to him since the beginning. Trapped between the Prince who rejected her and the Rogue King who awakens her dormant power, Ava must stand up for herself and refuse to be a pawn any longer. She is no longer just a mate they can toss around. She is the So

And the Grove held every word. Luna continued writing, her hand steady, her breath syncing with the Grove’s pulse. Each line she inscribed wasn’t just ink—it was rhythm. She wrote of the lullaby, of the naming, of the warning. She wrote of the child’s breath, the sanctuary’s silence, the flame’s memory. The scroll shimmered beneath her fingers, glowing in silver and violet. Lucien whispered, “It’s alive.” Aria nodded. “It’s listening.” Kaelion stood guard. “Then we protect it.”

Lucinda can also be short for Lucia. My mother was the one who ended the war. The savior, whom they called the Moon Goddess, had silver hair, ended the war with the demons, and then disappeared for 500 years. My mind was about to be fried when I put the pieces together, all the evidence leading towards my mother. She's not only the princess of Altera but the Moon Goddess!

Kael looked like she’d punched him. “I just want to protect you.” “And I just want to live long enough to be worth protecting.” Maya entered the room at that moment, holding a sheet of parchment in her hand, face pale. “You need to see this.” Liana took the parchment—and her heart stuttered. It was covered in Sierra’s handwriting. Ancient lunar glyphs layered over one another, frantic and raw. But it wasn’t the writing that chilled her. It was the title. The Extraction of Essence: How to Rebirth a False Luna.

The walls were lined with enormous paintings, each gilded in silver frames and so detailed they looked almost alive. “This is our history,” Seraphina said, her voice quieter now. “The story of the Lunar Sentients.” “What are Lunar Sentients?” I asked, curious. “We are. Allow me to enlighten you a bit more before you ask more questions, okay?” Queen Seraphina said with a subtle smile. The first painting depicted a moon goddess descending from the stars. Lira. Her features looked eerily familiar—delicate but powerful, with a presence that drew every eye.