Tangled In Moonlight: Unshifted Novels & Stories

The chamber would look into my soul… I knelt down near the river, where the moonlight peered through, hitting the water that would soon turn red, and I waited. Midnight will be here and not only will I shift but I will be given my destiny. I sliced my hand on one of the sharp rocks, letting my blood pour into the lake as the moon shifted slightly, casting its ray of light down through the gap and onto me and the lake. It was time. I looked up at the moon, waiting for it to take on the red hue, hearing the faint chimes of the castle clock ringing twelve. Any moment now…

Far away, deep within the shattered ravines, a figure cloaked in silver and shadow smiles. The Unbound has found his blade. And the Moon— The Moon is already preparing to strike.

I finally understood the truth. They had me bound in silver and prepared the execution circle beneath the cover of the moon. They had confidence that this time, they would succeed in finishing the job they could not finish the night I was born, but how wrong they were. Pain I have learned has a way of unlocking doors. The moment the blade cut through my flesh, the moon went crazy, screaming in a way that was not loud, but clear enough to be heard. She screamed through the howl of every wolf who had ever had their knees bent to her. Shifts were broken and alphas all around me lost control. The sky also fractured with a light that was not of this world.

Everything that still makes me human. Tears burn down my face. “I…” My voice breaks. “I don’t know how to choose…” The moon flares brighter Blinding, Overwhelming, And then Something inside me snaps. The energy surges violently outward A shockwave unlike anything before The ground splits open The sky cracks with silver light And I feel it, The moment, The exact instant when the Moonbound power either binds to me… or I lose myself to it completely. Kael’s voice is the last thing I hear, raw and desperate:

As the moon rises, the more emotions become fraught, who knows what strange events could happen. Declan took forever. It was hours of waiting. I read every book, did every yoga move I could invent in my head, and sang songs of my childhood. Anything to ignore the painful longing building up inside me. I writhed on the sheets, desperate to hold out until he returned and could bring me to my first release of the moon. I had never believed myself able to enjoy a full moon like a true shifter. Not after seeing so much violence. Certainly not after what Ronan did to me last year. Declan’s warm possession had allowed me to start letting go of the shackling fear.

Dear Readers, As we close the final chapter of *Tangled Truths*, I find myself filled with gratitude and emotion. This journey with Lucas and Flora—from adversaries to soulmates, through betrayal and redemption, death and rebirth—has been an extraordinary one to share with you. Your messages, comments, and unwavering support have meant everything to me throughout this series.

He could not banish it. The ground split. Waves heaved higher. The moon above Selene fractured like glass, then reformed in trembling silver, as if warning of what must come. Fragment Three — Unity Alone, they falter. Together, they burn. Threads entwined, the world shall turn. Blood of earth, and wave, and star, Bound as one, they mend the scar. The warmth between them surged. Not fleeting now. Not ghostly echoes, not faint bells in the distance.

I drag it in with the night air, and my muscles tingle. We’re riding with the top down, or I’m not gonna make it all the way to Chapel Bell. The moon is waning, and it hangs above the tree line like a giant glowing hook, set off by the last golden orange streaks of sunset. Una lifts her face to the night sky. Her braid hangs down her back, thick and inviting. I grab it. She doesn’t startle. She glances over at me, lips curving, and then she closes her eyes again, letting the cool wind bathe her face.

Lila locked up the cash register and checked her watch. It was almost closing time, and the bookstore was winding down from a busy day. The setting sun cast long shadows through the shop's front windows, bathing the shelves in a warm, golden glow. Marcus was in the back, sorting through the day’s receipts and preparing for the next morning’s inventory. Lila grabbed her coat, gave Marcus a wave, and stepped outside into the crisp evening air.

Braxton roared, slamming the attacker down, but before he could reach her, the air around Emry changed. The moon’s power pulsed through her, white light flooding from her body—pure, divine, searing. The rogue on her back screamed as it burned alive. But then—just as quickly—the light shifted, twisting darker, the shadows swallowing the flame until the clearing was half-dark, half-day. Braxton froze. The air trembled. Her fur shimmered—half gleaming silver, half black as ink. The last surviving rogue staggered backward, blood dripping from its muzzle.