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A new message glowed on the screen from the same unknown-but-known number. ELLE: The bond you want is older than the packs and more rare. Three threads, one knot. If you all still wish it, meet me at first light. Bring nothing but truth. The Moon will do the rest. A shiver ran through me that wasn’t fear. The words felt like a door swinging wider. “What does it say?” Zander asked, leaning in until his shoulder pressed mine. I read it aloud. Rowan’s eyes met mine over the phone’s glow, the green gone deep river-dark. “First light, then.”

His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct. Nathan froze. The Special Section required faculty permission, but the wolf in him recognized opportunity. He waited until the librarian stepped away before slipping behind the circulation desk. The Special Section door opened with a creak that set his teeth on edge. Inside, the air smelled different—older, heavier with magic. His night vision sharpened as he scanned the shelves until he found it: Fated Bonds: When Instinct Overrides Reason. The cover felt strangely warm under his fingertips, bound in what his wolf recognized immediately as wolfskin.

“Most of us don’t read those often since our history is such a part of everyday life since childhood.” “That makes sense.” I go silent and dive into the book, which tells ancient stories about the Moon Goddess and the wars between humans and wolf shifters. The mate bond, apparently, is a gift from her, a way to ensure that all the shifters are properly mated for happiness and a stronger community. Though, there’s nothing about any humans mated to shifters. I keep reading, hoping I find that. The rest of the world seems to disappear while I read. “You can take some of these back to your room if you’d like,” Orla says after a while, snapping me out of my reading trance.

Let the idea root. Then something shifted. Cold. Ancient. It brushed across my senses. Not the warm thread tying me to Kael. Something older. Higher. I lifted my eyes. Daylight stretched wide and clear. And yet... The Moon hung there. Visible. Pale. Wrong. A murmur spread. “That… should not be possible.” The light dimmed, not like a cloud passing… …but like something enormous blinked. Once. Twice. The Moon flickered. Every wolf felt it.

How blood itself could carry power from one generation to the next. As I read the words began to shimmer. Faint silver light rose from the page and my fingertips where they touched paper grew warm. I jerked my hand back and the light faded. My heart hammered. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed but the library remained empty and quiet. Slowly I touched the page again. The silver light returned brighter this time, It did not hurt but it felt strange. Like static electricity dancing across my skin, the words began to glow as if highlighted by invisible hands.

Your encouragement gave me strength, motivation, and purpose. Scarred Under Moonlight became more than just a novel. It became a shared experience, one built on emotion, connection, and trust. Together, we explored love, loss, resilience, and healing. Together, we watched as characters grew, stumbled, rose, and finally found peace. That shared experience is something I will always treasure.

“Just stress.” But even as I said it, I didn’t believe it. The moonlight spilled through my window, landing on the floor like a silver pool. It was brighter than before, brighter than any full moon I had ever seen. It reached toward me like fingers, crawling up my legs, my arms, my face. My heart thumped hard. The old stories whispered in my memory. The ones about wolves who couldn’t shift back. The ones about spells and curses, about the Moon Goddess marking someone for a path they didn’t choose.

“Everything that defined her internal balance is gone. This is the result.” Her breathing stuttered again, her fingers curling weakly against the linen, her head shifting slightly as if caught between awareness and collapse. “This isn’t going to stop,” she said. Cedric’s voice came low. “Then what do we do?” There was a brief pause. Then… “The Moonwell.” Cedric’s gaze snapped toward her. “…How do you know about that?” “I know enough,” she said. “And I know this isn’t something that can be stabilized here. That well is tied to unfiltered lunar energy. It’s one of the only places that might force her system to realign enough to survive this.”

The deeper they went, the colder the air became. Dust floated through the narrow beams of light. Rows of towering shelves appeared in the darkness below—filled with scrolls older than kingdoms. Secrets forgotten by the world. If answers about the mysterious moon existed… They would be hidden here. Lyra walked between the towering shelves slowly. Her mark pulsed again. And somewhere deep in the library… something shifted in the shadows. Unseen. Watching. Waiting. The Thirteenth Moon had risen. And its story had only just begun. 🌙

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: