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But before he could completely pull it out, he caught a glimpse of an oncoming attack. He quickly stepped back and swiftly grabbed his sword out from its sheath before slaying the little thing into half. The yellow plant's roots were almost out of the soil so it was very easy for Ji Nan to retrieve it. He looked at the piece of instructions the physicians had given and felt overjoyed. It really was the jewelweed, the most effective herb to treat poison. He checked everything as instructed by the doctor. The sky was still filled with falling snow and a tint of black seemed to disrupt the little daylight that had been reigning all day. Ji Nan took off towards the camp. He ran with the only thi

The packhouse loomed ahead of her like a hungry animal. It wasn’t beautiful. Some packs lived in sprawling glass mansions with modern lines and open windows and soft lights. MoonRiver had… MoonRiver. The main house was three stories of dark wood and old stone, built into the side of the hill like it had grown up from the bones of the forest. Torches burned along the outer walkways instead of the clean, golden sconces other packs boasted about. Antlers and skulls were mounted over the front doors. The MoonRiver crest—a jagged crescent over black water—was carved deep into the heavy beams.

He was holding a boy that looked just like a splitting image of himself as a child! The woman shielded the boy behind her and shot an adamant look at Cassiopeia. "Mrs. Cadell, I promise that I will be Liam’s only parent. I will never try to take Cadell Corporation from you or your daughter." An uncharacteristic tinge of panic flashed across Lucas’s face as he went up to embrace Cassiopeia and offer an explanation. "Cassie, this is Freya Moore. I slept with her when I was drugged five years ago."

NARRATIVE POV. Sheriff McKenna stood in front of the house listed on the card in his hand, checking the number to be sure he had the right place. 1388 Moonstone Drive, Greystone, CA 09101. He looked up at the burgundy cobblestone cottage, sitting alone in the middle of what felt like no man’s land. On his drive here, he hadn’t passed a single home, only a few scattered stores along the road. Down the street, there was only an empty filling station in sight, its neon lights flickering blue and red against the darkening evening. Beyond that, nothing stretched for miles, but a lonely road lined with winter-struck trees, their branches dry and bare, as if withering away.

Like saying it out loud is its own kind of relief. "Don't talk," I say. I put my hands on him. The Moonblood knows what to do. I don't have to direct it or manage it or be afraid of it. It moves through me the way it has been waiting to move — not forced, not pushed, simply allowed. It finds the powder's trace in his blood the way light finds the edges of things in a dark room. Not by force. By nature. By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden.

“The… moonflower.” A low laugh rumbled from his chest, dark and cruel, though tinged with pain. He loosened his hold just enough for her to breathe easier, his other hand dragging down her stomach, reminding her how thoroughly he had claimed her. “Moonflower,” he repeated, savoring the word. “Rare and dangerous and can be found In Dylen's garden.” She tilted her head back, too drained to resist but too proud to look away. His eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, wild and burning with both lust and fury.

Only high-ranking wolves were allowed through the doors. Inside the VIP lounge, the heavy scents of top-shelf bourbon and expensive cigars hung thick in the air. "What's the plan for Abbie once she's out of the healing center?" One of the guys asked while pouring a round. I lit a cigarette. The dim flame glowed in the room, sending thin ribbons of white smoke curling toward the ceiling. "Once Abbie is recovered and I break the Mate Bond with Nadia officially, I'll make Abbie my new Luna."