Shadow Moon Ranch Novels & Stories

“Signal Ghost. Tell him to use the Pennsylvania decoy route. Make it look like an ambush.” Zayn types quickly. “Done.” The team we hired is ex-military—mercenaries with no allegiance beyond money. I don’t trust easily, but Ghost’s crew are ghosts for a reason. No trails. No names. No mess. As the second feed flickers online, we watch headlights appear in a secluded part of the Appalachian highway. Two semi-trucks, loaded with Dante’s merchandise. A black SUV intercepts them. Tires screech. Men shout.

If a human shows up to check on the property, that’ll be easier to deal with than the shadows, at least. Not to mention, Frost didn’t exactly leave a single shadow alive to report back to their tyrannical handler. Chances are Quinton doesn’t actually know where we are. At least not yet, thanks to Rambo the Shadow Wolf who broke his chains and laid waste to all of Quinton’s little pets who found us. The remnants of our makeshift dinner are still spread across the coffee table in the dark living room. Turning on lights wouldn’t be smart, but that’s the nice thing about being a shifter. Seeing in the dark is like a sixth sense.

I ask him, “What’s going on? Why are they chained?” “Today was supposed to be the day of the Full Moon Hunt, was it not?” His question makes me shiver. “Yes. And?” His smile widens. “And it’s just begun, Alpha Alec.” He then turns to his own Beta and says, “Release them!” The Omegas are sent running, bound to the woods. The silver will prevent them from shifting, but that doesn’t mean they can’t run. I realize what’s happening here. We’ll be the predators, and they’ll be the prey. Alpha Fredrick nods at me before saying, “It’ll be a hunt nobody will ever forget.”

"Unless you want to die here. Your choice. I won't judge either way." "Who are you?" Lyra's voice came out as a croak. Raw, broken, tired. "Someone who knows what it's like to be thrown away." The woman crossed her arms. Her stance was casual but her eyes were alert. Watchful. "Name's Raven. You're in the rogue territories now, girl. This is where packs dump wolves they don't want anymore. Traitors. Criminals. Inconvenient truths. Wolves who asked too many questions or threatened the wrong people."

The journey to her cottage took them along winding roads flanked by towering trees, their branches reaching out like ancient sentinels guarding the secrets of the wilderness. From the confines of his car, Damon observed Aqua's quaint abode—a small cottage nestled at the edge of town. The cottage stood as a solitary figure amidst a lush landscape, surrounded by a canopy of ancient trees that seemed to whisper secrets in the wind. Its timeworn exterior, adorned with ivy and climbing roses, exuded a rustic charm that spoke of simpler times.

The Shadowfang camp wasn’t pretty. It clung to the mountains like a scar, all sharp edges and black stone. The trees out here didn’t grow straight—they twisted toward the sky like they hated it. Wind cut through the peaks, high and constant, like something was always screaming. Ronan stood at the edge of the overlook, arms folded, staring toward the horizon like he could burn a hole straight through it. “She in your head again?” Darrow asked, stepping up behind him.

Then, he finished his dinner, stood up, and bowed respectfully to the Elder. Alpha Arthur excused himself to meet Camille at the C-pack building. The building that housed the Omegas, Warriors, Guardians, and other members of Shadow Moon's lower ranks. The large building was also like a dormitory because Shadow Moon's Pack house was the largest, grandest, and most spacious in the Kenai region of Alaska for the time being. It is a modern yet beautiful urban area surrounded by mountains, nature preserves, and protected forests and lakes. "I want to see Camille!" said Alpha Arthur to the guard guarding Building C.

Evenly’s POV Moonshadow Market bustled like a hive,children laughing, warriors training nearby, merchants shouting prices over baskets of fruit and bolts of cloth. But I moved through it like a shadow, my hood low, my veil in place. A few wolves glanced my way, but none looked twice. Good. The Luna’s coronation had made the pack more alert, more united. But that unity was fragile. And I was here to fracture it.

Accashia, Luntian and Calleb ran across the fields, the Shadows attacked again — this time during the day even as the sky was painted red from the sunset. It was still hours until the full moon, and Luntian thought that the Shadows couldn’t attack them until it got dark. Until now, the theory she had was proven to be wrong. “Run. Faster!” Luntian screamed. “Accashia!” The Shaman screamed with devastation in her voice. The carriage was destroyed by the Shadows and the horse they found was killed as well. A blade straight to the heart killed the poor animal in an instant.

he paused as a smirk appeared at the corner of his lips. “At the southern wolf county, they have the Lunar Shadows pack, the Frost Fang Alliance pack, the Verdant Moon pack, and the Midnight Mirage pack, just to mention a few. The Midnight Mirage are the most powerful pack in southern Wolf County. I could tell Garret was enjoying the story as much as I did.