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The Red Moon Pack, the Silver Pack, Carrie, Arthur, Arlan, and Blake. For their sake, and for my son’s justice… I have to fight against those who are threatening the peace that I am enjoying at the moment. No matter how it takes, I’ll see to it that I will stop them with all my might, and put an end to their tyranny and greed. Arthur, Blake and I did not stay in the pack for too long. With Arlan around, we were also not able to tell Carrie a lot about what we thought about Lyra being the traitor.

Not ever. Lucy’s eyes gleamed as she laid out the plan. “I’ll slip an ivy extract into Zaphyr’s drink—fast acting. He won’t have more than five minutes before it takes hold. In that time, Thorne and the warriors will ensure no one’s close enough to hear his last screams.” Her voice was cold, precise. The kind of plan only someone who’d danced with danger countless times could devise. As she was talking, an idea hit me just then.

He thought about even in the dark as a phrase and what it described accurately. He texted Damien: Scarlett posted fan art. Damien: I saw it. Lennon: Even in the dark, Someone drew us and captioned it even in the dark. Damien: I know. Lennon: I am going to be thinking about that for a while. Damien: So am I. Lennon looked at his phone. He looked at the fan art again. He thought about a stranger drawing two people on a dark campus path and choosing that caption. It was not forbidden or secret or any of the words that had been attached to this from outside. Just: even in the dark.

Rome squares her shoulders and takes a deep breath. “For the future of the true Luna.” She whispers. In that instant, Falcon morphs back into a huge sandy-colored beast, half man, half wolf, and lunges for her. She screams violently, her sobs echoing through the night as I watch on in horror. She is a lifeless heap on the ground, laying in a pool of her own blood.

I really appreciate each one of you sticking up with strong Luna up until this point. Y’all are really family… Also I sincerely apologize for the slow update of the novel for such a long and I promise to do better on my next works. Please do well to state you would like to see on the book two of strong Luna as it will be available soon🥰 but before that let me let y’all in on yet another werewolf I’ve been working. Let me know if you want it published in the comments. Love you 🥰 xoxo 😚 love 💕

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

She wouldn’t let it. She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself. “You’re tense,” the Lycan said, his voice smooth, deep, and teasing. “I don’t enjoy being watched by an entire room,” she replied coolly, her gaze skimming the crowd. All eyes were on them. He smiled. “Then I suppose I should introduce myself, give them something to talk about. I’m Knox. Knox Green, Alpha of the Southern Lycan Pack.” “Lydia. Heiress of the Moonglade Pack,” she replied, matching his tone.

One luna came towards me, and I nodded with a smile. “Hi, Lyra Vexen from the Frost Fang Pack.” She extended her hand, and I accepted it with a smile. She was about 5’4 with a petite figure, pale white complexion, and deep blue eyes. She was really beautiful, and in her pale blue gown, she looked like a doll.

“Aside from my assistant, you're the only person I know that engages me and takes back. If I'm going to be taking a Luna, however temporary, I need someone who's smart and can contribute to my home… even if it means going against me sometimes.” My throat went dry at his speech as it eradicated any negative thoughts that night be residing at the back of my mind. “So…do we have a deal?” He asked again, his eyes sharp. This time, I didn't hesitate to answer. “Yes. Yes, I will be your Luna.” A few seconds had barely passed after I agreed when the door opened and a tall, lanky man with shrewd eyes and shaggy hair confidently strolled in, stopping short when he spotted me and the Lycan King.

“…I’m going to see the tattoo on your hand, right? I doubt she’d force you to rub it off while it’s still healing.” “I doubt she’d even see it.” Gryphon hissed a sigh. He then stopped at a design. “This should look good enough. It’s rather simple and would heal faster.” “You really like simplistic lion art, don’t you?” Andrea chuckled and looked through her book to find an eagle that looked similar in style. “Can I ask them to just copy the wreath and put this eagle head instead? They can do that, right?” Gryphon nodded, but he answered softly upon hearing the owner discussing with someone outside. “I like simple designs because I’m not fond of a literal lion. If I was, you should have eaten