Thorn Triplets Winter Moon Pack Novels & Stories

I watched as one of them grabbed my hands and pulled them together behind me, and the other held my throat in a tight grip, digging his claws into the skin there. I was choking and pulling away from gravity, but I let him do it. I had my mother's emblem—one of those things that had kept me breathing till this day. It was a totem made to protect me from creatures like this, and I used it when the need arose, just like today. The vampire threw himself to the ground, and I pretended to be unconscious, watching them stalk away from me. I made sure their attention was away from me then; I was jerking up and darting in the direction of home. My home, Aurora's home Whatever.

one of the triplets asked. His hair was as black as coal, and his eyes were a deep brown. His hair was cleanly cut, and he wore a black coat. His fingers were filled with several expensive jewels that would be worth millions. She shook her head, pulling herself out of her trance. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she questioned with a look of confusion on her face. “I should be the one asking what you three are doing in the ladies room.” She added with a serious look on her face as she crossed her arms in front of her.

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

Havermouth, Five Years Before The Triquetra decided to skip the pack hunt for the full moon, despite pressure to go. The Triquetra’s monthly attendance was seen as a demonstration of loyalty to the pack which helped contain concerns about the upcoming disaster that their existence heralded, and so, ever since their introduction as a pack and the Triquetra, Heath had ensured that they went.

**KELLY THOMPSON'S POV** The moon's corpse hung low, a bloated specter leaching color from the sky. Its craters pulsed like open wounds, and the sea beneath it had gone still, a black mirror reflecting its rot. The *Kinslayer* cut through the water, its heartstone hull groaning as if mourning the world it sailed toward. Selene's wolves clustered at the bow, their star-metal blades glinting like shards of dead constellations. Rhydian stood apart, his serpents restless beneath his skin, their scales shimmering with a light that matched the moon's sickly glow.

He gulps the last of his water, crushes the empty bottle in his hand until it scrunches into a ball, then hurls the fisted plastic into the farthest depth of the forests beyond us at inhuman speed. The baritone in his voice drops a notch below. “We’ll end him.” I'm about to ask what the plan will be in detail, when my mind drifts to the date of the next full moon. Only a few days away now, the date coincides with… the night of the School's Winter Formal. Shane balls both his hands into fists, inhaling, then stares up at the reddening sky. “Dreadborn will fall on the next full moon. I'll make damn certain of it.”

But now, in the hush of night, with no one watching and no mask to wear, I slowly pulled the string loose and let the charm fall into my palm. The silver crescent moon glinted softly in the dim light, the tiny crystals beneath it catching the faintest flickers like falling snow. Cold, delicate, familiar. My throat tightened. WinterMoon. The name struck something in me—like a melody I hadn’t heard in years, one that had lived in my bones long after the sound faded. I could still see it if I closed my eyes. The packhouse nestled in the woods, smoke curling from chimneys. The snowbanks piled high along the edge of the training field. My brothers, Calix and Leo, chasing each other in shifted for

Magic coiled along the surface like smoke, slow and steady, waiting to be drawn in. My family’s crest shimmered faintly at the center. The circular Ashwood glyph, once dormant, now glowed softly, like it was breathing. Theron turned to me. His jaw was tight, but his eyes had softened, the usual sharpness tempered by something quieter—regret, maybe. Or fear. “We don’t open it,” he said. “Not all the way.” I nodded. We both knew it was already too late for caution. I stepped forward and placed my hand on the seal.

Broken. "The Thornhaven breeding program," Maelis said, and her voice was heavy. "We've heard rumors for decades. They've been trying to replicate Theron's bloodline for their own purposes. Not to preserve it. To weaponize it. A Moon-Wolf's bond web can amplify an entire pack's strength. Imagine a soldier with fragments of that ability, forced into loyalty through bonds they never consented to." Archer's gold eyes were wide with horror. "How many omegas are we talking about?"

The combination made everything feel more urgent, more precious. Thorne paced a few steps, then returned to kneel beside me again. His large hand covered most of the upper curve of my belly. “Three full packs,” he muttered. “They smell the moon-born power in you and the pups. They think they can take what is ours. They have no idea what they are walking into.”