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With the knowing looks they passed, Emma knew the Elders knew something and might not be willing to share so easily so she pleaded. "Please, I just want to make sense of it." "There's only one explanation Emma." Eunice, one of the council members answered. "The Moon Goddess. A long time ago, it was prophesied that a human with the soul of a shifter will take on the burdens of the pack and once a while, in the face of extreme danger, she would shift to protect those she holds dear. A curse and a gift, if you ask me."

The testament of a love so unrelenting, so fierce, so intentional, a love that shouldn't have been from the very beginning but was meant to be in the very end. This is the love story of Thea and Angel. THE END Hello everyone! THANK YOU FOR READING HORNY DRIPS HOT CRAVINGS! I have some exciting news! I'll be working on a second version of this book, "To Crave The Forbidden." This decision comes after receiving requests from editors on various platforms and from local readers for a non-erotic version. After a year of consideration, I've decided to create a version that all readers can enjoy, focusing on the beautiful love story of Angel and Thea.

“I am the person who writes down the bill.” The pull snapped. The pool shuddered into stillness, its surface smoothing with the offended dignity of a creature who has been told it will not be fed tonight. The red in it dimmed to a stain instead of a flame. “You’ve wounded it,” Maera said, and if there was triumph in her voice it was the quiet sort that prefers accuracy to celebration. “When the moon lifts, it will not redden fully. It will mouth at the tide and not drink.” “It’s not the same as ending it,” Evelyn said, exhausted down to the bones that conversations live in.

The forest whispered like it knew a secret. Mist slid low over the roots of the black pines, and the moon fat and red as a wound hung unnaturally close to the earth. Lyra Graythorn stood at the edge of the clearing, her breath clouding in the cold, her heartbeat the loudest thing in her ears. She had seen many full moons before, but never one like this. Her grandmother’s words echoed in her mind: The Blood Moon doesn’t just light the sky, child. It marks. It claims.