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We turn at the same time to see Luka stepping out from the forest, his gold-tinted curls blowing about his face, his brown eyes wide with wonder at the sight of the river. He walks past, still not seeing us. Darius and I look at each other, then scramble up to follow him. Luka stops at the top of the river embankment. He passes his hand over his eyes. When he drops his hand again, he opens his eyes and they are a milky grey colour. The glow disappears from the sky and in the darkness a full moon rises. Not just any moon. I recognize this moon. So pale, so clear, it appears as if behind a layer of ice. The first full moon of the new year. The Wolf Moon.

He raised his head at Matt at the alarming question raised. "That should be this full moon." Alpha Andrea finally answered even with Fiona's intent to intrude, I smirked behind my puffy face from the food I was trying hard to masticate. "Oh I see, that is perfect timing, the season of the Moon Goddess, blessing the Aloha and his Luna, we could have what such auspicious date, but we're so engrossed in each other that as a common Gemma and Omega we choose a normal day." Matt let out his hand scrolling through his phone and Alpha Andrea's eyes were red, and the redness I could see calming to purple anytime soon.

“Alright, I got it,” Andrius responded and hung up the phone. Then, he tried to call Rainbow, but sure enough, the prompt said the number was not in service. What was going on? Andrius was puzzled and left the garage. In New Moon Corporation, Luna was reading a medical book in her office. It was the same book that Andrius had given her in the name of the Wolf King. At times, she frowned. At times, she had a sudden realization and wrote and drew with a pen, very focused.

Bryan nodded. “Okay.” When I went to collect the pizza, one of the girls from the group reached out and held my hand. “The new moon awaits,” she said. I looked at her, confused. “What do you mean?” I asked, almost whispering. She stared at me as if she was seeing straight into my soul. “The new moon will open your eyes, the new moon will be your light. Trust the new—” Before she could finish, a blond guy grabbed her hand, and she snapped out of whatever trance she was in, suddenly looking terrified.

He turns on his heel and disappears into the trees, Cassandra following him with a last disparaging look over her shoulder. No good deed goes unpunished, I guess. “Are you all right?” I ask, biting the inside of my lip. I know it’s a ridiculous question, but I’ve been holding back from asking it all evening, and by now I can’t resist any longer. Atlas heaves a sigh, leaning back and craning his neck to look up at the night sky. Overhead, the moon is full, lighting the whole world up with an eerie glow. We’ve made camp in a clearing about half a mile away from the rest of the Blood Moon Pack; it’s as close as we can comfortably get without bringing on more of their wrath. I wasn’t exactly exp

“The blood you share is no longer just hybrid. It’s divine. Your transformation isn’t random—it’s in sync with the moon.” “The Blood Moon,” Darius added grimly from where he stood guard. “The moon of reckoning.” Ava looked up. Already the sky had begun to change. The moon, once a cold silver, had taken on a reddish hue. Faint, but visible. Like a drop of blood in water, spreading. ⸻ Day One: Ava’s hands pulsed with energy, everything she touched sparked or sizzled. Marcus barely managed to stabilize her. “Your magic is unraveling the laws of nature,” he warned.

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

_*]:min-w-0"> POV: Ronan Montague _*]:min-w-0"> The new moon was in three days. _*]:min-w-0"> I stared at the lunar calendar on my phone, calculating risk versus reward for maybe the hundredth time this week. Three days until the sky went dark and our scents would be weakest. Three days until Juliana and I could complete the mating bond without every supernatural creature within fifty miles sensing it. _*]:min-w-0">

Zane explained, “the moon gets brighter. Even during the day sometimes, you can see it.” “That’s…” I stared at them. “That’s not possible.” “We have witnesses,” Darius said. “Half the pack has noticed it by now.” “Which is another reason everyone’s so confident about the ceremony,” Kael added. “The moon already recognizes you. The official blessing is just a formality.” I set down my fork, suddenly not hungry anymore. “What if it doesn’t work? What if the Goddess doesn’t, ” “Hey.” Zane’s hand found mine, warm and steady. “That’s not going to happen.”

"We need to know what we're dealing with." We look for hours. The moon climbs higher in the sky. Finally, hidden away in a forgotten corner, I locate it. A book bound in black leather. No title. Just a bizarre symbol on the cover – a wolf howling at a shattered moon. My heart skips. "This is it," I murmur. Carefully, I open the book. The pages are ancient, frail, yet the text is legible. It tells about a prophesy. A prophesy concerning a Luna born under a crimson moon. A Luna whose love would either rescue the world... or cause it its destruction.