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I don't have time for a mate. "Welcome everyone to our Red Moon Festival. Please make yourselves comfortable. The run will start in approximately 10 minutes! We will meet back here after the run and announce any mated couples should you be so lucky to find the other half of your soul bestowed upon you by the Moon Goddess herself! Let's have a fun run everyone!" I finish speaking loudly to the giant crowd as I meet the other Alpha's and Luna at the bottom of the stairs.

Blood welled, dark and thick, dripping steadily onto the sheets. The runes drank it. The silk pulsed, heat rushing beneath my back. My stomach clenched as warmth spread through me, settling low, in my womb. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. Next was Aiden. He didn’t hide his disgust as he approached, his icy eyes narrowing on me. He cut his palm with deliberate slowness, as if savoring the moment, and let his blood fall. The runes blazed brighter. The warmth inside me grew hotter, invasive.

He chuckled under his breath, pulling her closer until their lips met—soft at first, then deeper, anchored in the fierce, unspoken promise that no matter how many times they fought, they would always find their way back to each other. When they finally pulled apart, she whispered, “You really have to stop yelling at me.” He smiled. “Only if you stop scaring the hell out of me.” “Deal.” --- That night, Baylee sat in the lodge library, surrounded by ancient books and scrolls Melody had gathered. Heather sprawled on a chair nearby, yawning. “You’ve been reading for hours,” Heather mumbled. “If the darkness doesn’t kill you, exhaustion will.” Baylee turned a page. “I’m trying to find anything ab

But the idea of stepping into the role of Luna, of standing beside him as his equal, felt impossible. The firelight outside dimmed as the camp began to settle for the night. Leora remained by the window, staring out into the darkness. She didn’t know what the future held, but one thing was certain: she couldn’t keep running from the truth. Kael was her mate. And whether she liked it or not, the bond between them was only growing stronger.

Selene's POV This felt like the best morning ever for me. I got up feeling healthier than I had ever been in the past few days and when I looked towards the side table, some lemon water was sitting pretty for me. I smiled and drank it before getting up. I stretched happily and looked at my green eyes in the mirror nearby. The kiss from the night before was still in my memory and I couldn't help but wonder if Damian was thinking about it too. I smiled at the thought and decided to do some exercise.

I placed a sleek, silver case onto the polished surface. The latch clicked, a sound that made the Senator flinch as if I’d fired a gun. "Uncle Aaron is yesterday’s news. You really should keep up with the current events. I've formed new alliances, so should you." I flipped the lid open. Inside, nestled in black velvet, were the new capsules. They glowed with a light sheen. MoonDrop. He didn't even wait for me to give him the signal. He scrambled for one of the capsules like a starving animal. His fingers were clumsy as he shoved it into his mouth.

Within a month, it was finished. They stood before it, hand in hand, admiring their work. "What should we call it?" Elara asked. Caleb thought for a moment. "Moon Valley. Because it's ours, under the moon." "Moon Valley." She tested the name, smiled. "I love it." That night, they made love by the fire, their daughter sleeping peacefully nearby. It was different from before—slower, deeper, full of the comfort and trust that came from years together. Afterward, they lay tangled together, watching the stars through the open door.

She drove the knife into the seam and forced it open. Inside lay documents sealed in plastic and a black stamp burned into the crate’s inner panel. The symbol punched the air from her lungs. Her hand froze. No. Her vision tunneled. She reached forward slowly, fingers trembling before they touched the mark. A broken crescent moon crossed by three claw slashes. Memory slammed into her. Smoke. Screams. Blood soaking the dirt. Her brother’s voice shouting her name. Then silence. Her knees hit the steel floor before she realized they had buckled.