Shadow Moon Ranch Novels & Stories

Ice asks. “A witch I met in New Orleans,” Bo replies with a smile. Seems like more than a friend to me. “She’ll meet you at the airport when you land in Portland. From there, it’s about a six and a half hour drive to Crescent Shadow territory.” I nod my head. Ice sees my face and turns to them. “Can we go now?” She asks. “Of course,” Gray nods his head. “Get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day, you’ll need your rest.”

When we all retreated from the town and headed back to the mansion we got dressed immediately and noted down everything we saw and even drew a map of the town the way we saw it. "So, there couldn't be anymore than maybe 150 vampires and that's being generous. There were definitely a few witches in there. We need to take them out first I think, because they can do things without touching us. They can use their powers from a distance away." Tobias explained. "The Shadow witch will be the hardest one to kill." Parker says. And everyone looks at me. "Yeah. I already know that she's mine." I say. "Alright. Now we need to wait for the others and come up with a game plan." Carter says.

(Ethan’s POV) It is almost sunset, and the hotel’s roof garden was one of the most incredible spots of the Grand Lake Hotel. You can already see from here the beauty of Springville Town. It has not changed much for six years except for this hotel and other small shops or businesses. After that, there was nothing added in this town like I never left. The couple who got lost in the forest allowed Dad to construct another hotel. For many years, the town has been quiet, and no one has ever witnessed the opening of a portal or that entrance from hell, yet many wait for that day. The Council of the Moon Shadows has continued to monitor it, but so far, the only thing it did was give revenue to the

On the outside, however, she was perfectly composed. “Secondly, we have an influx of new people, so I hope that you will help them acclimate to life here at Nightshade. The Shadow Creek pack is Luna’s birth pack, and they’ll be rebuilding their pack on the unused part of our territory. I expect that everyone will show them the respect that they deserve. At dinner, I will formally introduce those in attendance to Alpha Shane and Luna Calista.”

“Always cattle, but the goats came here when my mom was in high school.” “This place has a lot of history.” “Yeah, it does. Not to mention all the great views.” “What’s your favorite view of this place?” “My favorite place here on the ranch is the south pasture. It should still be covered in lupine and salvia flowers. It smells amazing and is just gorgeous,” I told her with a smile. “I would love to see it,” she told me happily. “Ok. We can make that happen. Do you want to ride with me on Blackjack, learn to ride your own horse, or let our wolves run out there?” I asked.

Any high grass area could easily conceal a hidden stump or deep rut, though they were fortunate enough not to find one. Their hiding spot was just over a mile from the farmhouse that acted as home to the pack. There was no way to know which direction the wolves had gone to hunt, but there was no sign of them there, so it was the safest place to start. They got out of the car cautiously and closed the doors slowly to keep them from making any sound. The house they were headed to was surrounded by corn fields on three sides—all thankfully late to be harvested—which gave them the luxury of cover they hadn’t expected.

As we head their way, I glance around and observe that other teams are already gathering together in their respective sections. I observe a handful of them looking our way—or, more specifically, at Atticus. As I look around us in the vast space, I observe shrubs shaped like wolves. And each wolf took on a distinct appearance than the others. One appears to be resting, another seems to be ready to pounce, and another appears to be pursuing something in the air.

The complaint reached Draven's ears. He called a pack assembly to address the concerns. "Blood Moon is and will always be a wolf pack," he said firmly. "The Shadowborn here are not replacing wolves. They are joining us. Becoming part of us. Adding to our strength rather than diminishing it." "But they cannot shift," someone called out. "Cannot run with us. Cannot truly be pack without wolves."

"We'll leave you alone. But if you need anything, we're here. That's how a pack works." Perfect balance. Community nearby but privacy to heal. To live. To just be. "Thank you," Ronan said. Meant it. "Don't thank me. Just don't bring any more shadow beasts around." She grinned. Teasing. "We've had enough excitement." We laughed. Real laughter. Relief. Joy. Spent the day exploring our land. Twenty acres. River access. Forest on one side. Open meadow on the other. Perfect for running. For hunting. For raising a pup.

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.