Tangled In Moonlight: Unshifted Novels & Stories

I gasp, and bolt upright . “Ella?” Vera’s hand on my shoulder . “It’s starting,” I pant. “The moon.” She swears under her breath, gentle but urgent. “Stay here. I’ll get Lucira.” “No time,” I groan, doubling over. My claws rip out on their own, longer than ever, black and shining. “It hurts.” The door bursts open. Barion and Galeon fill the frame, eyes glowing amber. “She’s shifting,” Galeon says. “Full uncontrolled,” Barion growls. “Get the alloy chains.”

he whispered, his fingers continuing to caress her thigh with tenderness. The quiet lingered on as they sat together, taking in the view. The moon was bright and there were only a few clouds to obscure the plentiful stars in the sky. Camden hoped that meant a clear night for the Unbonding Ritual. She shivered as an icy chill ran down her spine and snuggled into the crook of Clayton's neck in an attempt to escape it. She felt safe. Her lips brushed against his skin and she felt him tense up momentarily as his breath hitched.

I said gasping in awe. He chuckled a bit before ruffling my neatly set hair. I frowned at him and set my hair again properly in a high pony. I have a natural caramel balayage hair. It is a mix of caramel, honey and black hair. He pulled my hair-tie out and secured it around his wrist. I frowned at him but he just chuckled and tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my ear and placed a pin in my hair to keep it from falling back on to my face. I pouted and looked away but I smiled touching the pin in my hair. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see Rowan standing there with his hands crossed over his chest making his biceps bulge and his black Henley shirt is not doing any justice

Then the full moon appears in the sky, and its light falls on her—on me, the girl huddled on the floor. The second it touches her skin, something snaps. It’s like a lock breaks deep inside, releasing whatever’s been caged all this time. The shift starts suddenly, brutal and unforgiving. There’s a sharp, agonizing crack that echoes in the silence, and she screams—a raw, desperate sound that bounces off the walls. Her hands clutch at her sides as her body twists, bending in ways it shouldn’t. Bones snap and reform, one after the other, like someone’s pulling her apart and putting her back together wrong. Her skin stretches, tears, heals again, and it keeps going, relentless.

God, I’d ruined it. I scrubbed a hand over my face and stood slowly, muscles aching from the shift, from the tension coiled deep in my chest. By the time I climbed back up the path toward the estate, the sounds of the pack had begun to return. Not here, not in the sacred hush of the grotto, but farther off—toward the center of Moonstone territory. The Moonlit Shift had ended. The others would be gathering for the Bondfire by now. It felt like walking between worlds as I left the shadows of the woods behind. One moment I was wrapped in memory and moonlight and the scent of her skin, and the next I was stepping into firelight and laughter and life.

She opened one eye to meet his smirk. "Leave, little doctor, before my wolf decides you're tonight's prey. The full moon calls for a hunt, and you're tempting fate. Don't test me; get out," he growled. Within moments, she sprinted into her room, feeling the tension in the air. *** The night bathed in milky white moonlight, casting an ethereal glow over the landscape. It was the night of the shape-shifters, where they roamed freely within their territory. Inside the mansion, Dimitry and Hazel lay resting, embraced by the eerie calm of the night.

You’re their soul, Sam, he linked, pine scent her vow, my flame. And you’re mine, Kev, she linked, green eyes glowing, tattoo tingling. Moon’s ours. The clearing sang—mugs clinked, laughter soared, firepit roared. Lupines danced, pines hummed, moonlight washing scars, blood, fear. Sam’s tattoo pulsed, Luna’s fire her strength, Kevin’s touch her root, the pack’s pulse her victory. The eclipse was dust, red eyes ash, their bond—fire, steel, stone—a flame for all nights, a howl under a sky reborn.

Aria growls low, her strength slowly returning, and I smile into the pitch dark. ​Let the thorns bite. The blood moon rises, but so do we. ​Unmarked, unbound, and unbreakable. ​

“You need to shift so we can go back.” I looked up at the moon just as it went into its next phase and heard the howling of wolves in the distance. Clem jumped slightly at the chorus of howls and looked up at the moon. The power of the peak was over for another month. The moon would no longer force unmerged wolves to shift, and there was now no chance of completing a mate bond.

“With lines drawn openly.” Lily hesitated—just a fraction. “Alex,” she said softly, “when this breaks… you won’t like what comes out.” “I don’t need to like it,” he replied. “I need to face it.” She swallowed. “I’m not choosing sides,” Lily said. Alex’s voice softened. “You already have,” he said. __________ The City — Before the Shift That night, the city carried on unaware. Restaurants filled. Deals closed. Screens glowed. But beneath it—