Fated Moon Wolves
Alexa Gonzalez werewolf moonwolf and the moonmoon moon wolfthe moon wolf novel
The dead look vanished, replaced by pure, unadulterated rage.
Crack.
The ward stones shattered. A force of loud, ungrounded, and brutal magic erupted from Silas’s hands, throwing the room into absolute chaos. The explosion didn't just clear the dungeon; it felt like Silas’s restraint had finally snapped along with his chains. Before the dust could even settle, he was a shadow moving through the debris.
Isolde was thrown back against the altar, gasping, her fingers glowing with the faint, stolen shimmer of my magic. She had managed to tear away a piece of it—a jagged hole now pulsed in my chest, leaving me cold and breathless on the stone floor.