Thorn Triplets Winter Moon Pack Novels & Stories

I say nothing as the tingles go up and down my arms and he dances his fingertips up and down my arms. The craving is still there. I want him. I missed him. I need him. “You know I had other intentions for this meeting. But, after seeing you again I can’t seem to remember what they were anymore. There isn’t a simple way to say this Elle, we’re mates bonded by our souls to be together. You’re a gift I don’t deserve from the moon goddess, I’m a wolf shifter. Alpha of the Crescent pack and I’d very much like you to be my luna, my queen. One day, but that can’t be today or anytime soon.”

**The Silent Treatment** Elder Thorne stood beneath the ethereal glow of the moonlight, his heart swelling with both reverence and awe as he faced the moon goddess, a divine figure of unmatched beauty and power. Her silvery robes flowed around her like a celestial waterfall, shimmering gently as the soft breeze rustled the leaves overhead. The moon's radiant light poured forth, illuminating the sacred glade where he had ventured, his spirit filled with hope and purpose, seeking the moon goddess's wisdom to guide Caden, the young alpha, in his quest for a suitable luna.

We turn at the same time to see Luka stepping out from the forest, his gold-tinted curls blowing about his face, his brown eyes wide with wonder at the sight of the river. He walks past, still not seeing us. Darius and I look at each other, then scramble up to follow him. Luka stops at the top of the river embankment. He passes his hand over his eyes. When he drops his hand again, he opens his eyes and they are a milky grey colour. The glow disappears from the sky and in the darkness a full moon rises. Not just any moon. I recognize this moon. So pale, so clear, it appears as if behind a layer of ice. The first full moon of the new year. The Wolf Moon.

The night air shimmered with silver moonlight as lanterns lined the courtyard of the Blackthorn Pack. The packhouse stood tall and proud, its banners swaying in the summer breeze. Tonight was meant to be the most important night of Aria Mooncrest’s life—the night she was officially to be crowned Luna, standing at the side of her fated mate, Alpha Rion Blackthorn.

A critical business partner of the Snow Moon Pack. Time to shake things up. ********

Because that ring she wore—the one she flaunted like some gaudy trophy—wasn’t just Moonshadow stone. It was Moonbane-crafted. I knew it the moment I saw the pattern etched beneath the setting. Three crescent moons and a silver wolf's tooth inlaid at the base. No merchant carried that sigil. No outsider could replicate it. That ring was ours. Had been ours. And now it rested on the finger of a girl who smiled at me like she was doing me a favor by breathing the same air. She’d worn it again this morning. When I passed her by the southern stairwell, she paused—just long enough to ensure I saw the light catch the stone. I didn’t react.

The morning frost painted delicate patterns across my bedroom window, nature's cruel reminder that another birthday was upon us. Not that anyone would remember mine - not when it coincided with the coming-of-age ceremony of the Stone triplets, the pride of Winter Moon Pack. I pulled my threadbare blanket tighter, trying to squeeze a few more precious moments of warmth before facing another day of servitude. The pack house was already buzzing with excitement, voices floating up from below as preparations for tonight's celebration kicked into high gear.

I raised my massive white head, looking across the frozen river one last time. "Beta Torin," I commanded, my voice layered perfectly with the dual frequency of the White Wolf. "The Blood Moon pack is to be disarmed. The enforcers on the ice are to be stripped of their ranks. Alpha Thorne is to be taken back to the dungeons in iron chains. Not silver. Common iron. To remind him what he truly is." Torin’s head bowed low, hit his fist over his heart, a wide, vicious grin spreading across his face. "With pleasure, Luna!"

I haven’t felt the right one yet and who knows, maybe I never will. I got out of the shower, patted myself dry and slid on my boxers. I perched on the edge of my bed and picked up the medallion from the bedside table. I studied the symbol on its face, three crescent moons intertwined and connected. The symbol of our pack. The Tri-Moon pack. I twisted the large round coin like piece in my hands, feeling its smooth edges. My bloodline has run this pack for generations, we settled this land over three hundred years ago. I don’t know what would happen if I didn’t take up the mantle after my father. I just can’t help but feel like something has been missing. I sighed heavily and put the medallion

"Together." Outside, Thorne's team prepared to strike. Ronan's gift had lit the fuse. The full moon was tomorrow. And the pack was ready for war.