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. Everybody is happy and content this way. I gulp the harsh liquor - bourborn- and make my way to the blonde dancing to the music playing. I go by her and she grinds on me, ready for me to bite her. I slowly kiss her neck and ease her down. All the while my mind goes to Ana. What would she be doing right now? If she knew this place existed, would she come here? I don't think so. She has a sane mind and I wouldn't like it if she came here , with any vampire feeding on her , I would never let her know of this place. As a human that is. I bite into the blonde's skin. My thoughts are filled with Ana. I imagine her grinding , with her ass out as I slowly kiss her, both softly and hardly, I nip he

Ciaran stood up causing all eyes to shift to him. His aura was a demanding one. As silence fell amidst the cave and the remaining echoes died out, Ciaran cleared his throat. "Now that I have everyone's attention. My name is Alpha Ciaran of the Blood Moon pack, to those who do not know me. The one who is responsible for finding your all and orchestrating your rescue is lovely Mrs. Jones. Hey children were amongst you. The two young twins who happen to also be, what's known as Blue Moon shifters. Before we continue into what that means, we need to get a few things clear here and now. One, we will rest for the night here. Two, in the morning we will all go into the small town for breakfast to l

Heck, I did not even know her name. "Do you feel sick?" My mother was still not satisfied. "Is that it?" "No, Mom." I shook my head. "I'm alright." "But—" "The boy said he's fine." My father interrupted her. "Let him be." At that, my mom went quiet. My father was neither violent nor loud, but nobody ever questioned his authority, not even his Luna. "As for more important news," he continued. "I'll be announcing Bran as the new Alpha during the night of the full moon, which is on Friday—"

the leader stammered, his voice shaking. Ariston smiled, a chilling sight. “Your worst nightmare.” With that, he moved forward and delivered a swift, brutal punch to the leader’s head. The leader crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Ariston stood over him for a moment, ensuring he was truly out, before wiping his bloody hands on the leader’s uniform. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale light over the blood-soaked ground. Ariston stood amidst the carnage, his red eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. He threw his head back and let out a powerful howl that echoed through the forest.

We bent to read the plaque. "Luna Jessica of the Blood Moon pack, the second of the pack to be Corrupted, victim of the Silver Hands." the plaque read. "Your mother," Mabel told me. She walked to a cabinet I hadn't noticed and got out a round, white rock. It was big enough to fit in the cup of her palms. "Moon rock," she told me. "Harnesses the light of the moon. It captures moonlight, and releases it when the user needs it."

This was her way of communicating with the Oracle's. She danced and danced with white clothings that were sweeping the floor until she fell and in a blink of an eye, all of the candleligts went off. Lunar tattoos began to glow and each werewolf identified with the other that carried their same symbolic markings. Howls could be heard as the werewolves that had chosen mates connected to their partners. It lasted on and on for a while till it stopped and the candleligts came back on. Everyone turned to stare at the heir who stood alone.

Isabella whispered as she stood just behind him. His gaze stayed on the table as he spoke. “Because you need to see how things work. Money changes hands, words are exchanged, alliances are made. The deals made in rooms like this decide who lives and who doesn’t.” The game was quiet, punctuated by the soft clink of chips and murmured bets. Matteo played without rushing, his expression unreadable. When the game ended, he gathered his winnings, rose, and led her toward the side exit. The alley outside was wet from earlier rain, the smell of asphalt rising from the ground. The night was still, but there was a sharpness to the air that made the hairs on Isabella’s arms lift.

Lena had always hated full moons. Not in a dramatic, horror-movie way. Nothing that obvious. It was quieter than that. A restless hum under her skin. Nights where sleep never came easy and every sound outside her window felt personal, like the dark was aware of her. Tonight, the moon wasn’t silver. It was red. She stood barefoot on the back porch of her rental house at the edge of town, arms folded tight against the chill. The woods behind her stretched deep and black, the treetops glowing faintly under the strange crimson light.

“We need you. Our baby needs you. Please.” Jessica covered her mouth to muffle her sobs. Heather whispered, “Say it.” Baylee lifted her head. “What?” “Say the word,” Heather said softly. “The one your dad said. Try it.” Baylee took a shaking breath. She pressed her palm flat over Collin’s heart, feeling it beat slow and deep under her hand. “Collin,” she whispered. “Bloodmoon.” The lights flickered. The air snapped. Every candle guttered out at once. The wind howled through the open window though it hadn’t been opened. Wards shimmered to life along the walls in frantic, blinding silver.

The air in Ember Hollow had grown thicker, as if the very land held its breath. The blood moon loomed high in the ink-black sky, its crimson glow bathing the ancient pines and moss-covered stones in a hue both beautiful and ominous. It was the first Blood Moon of the decade, a sacred celestial event in the world of the Elders, marked by rituals, renewal, and sometimes—death.