Morrow Kirby Novels & Stories

The morning was crisp and bright as I stood on the porch, staring out at the snow-capped mountains. My thoughts were filled with anticipation, Lyra and our son were on their way home. The idea of finally meeting my boy made my heart race, and my wolf’s excitement was a constant hum in the back of my mind.

The Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, the East’s most potent pack leader, was infamous for his ruthlessness and hatred of the impolite. According to legend, he murdered most of his servants, and his reign was marked by bloodshed. Nothing was too much for a man to do to ensure that those around him obeyed his every command. To him, it is preferable to slaughter the weak and bathe in their blood beneath the light of a harvest moon. His wolf was said to be a monster with red eyes that glowed in the dark, watching its victims before tearing them apart.

Morrigan scribbled on a parchment laid in front of her as the back of her tutor face her, reciting to her about the history of Hymir. Her eyes are drooping down as she fights the urge to sleep and could only sigh silently as she keeps her yawn down.