Novel & Cerita Thorn Triplets Winter Moon Pack

WHO WOULDN'T, MATE IS SUCH A GOOD KISSER. Coming back to my senses, I put an end to my girlie squeal, a grin dancing on my lips. Wait....I didn't even get to ask him about it. Well thank goodness I am in a library, I can just read about it then. ★★★★★★★ So the moon stone pack, night walker pack and the Shadow pack makes up the tría-árchontas. It's like their own form of monarch. Wow....our pack been on the top. No wonder Austen is highly respected.

"Good. That is the answer I was hoping for." She reached into a drawer beside her chair and pulled out a small leather pouch. She held it out to Lyra. "Take this. It belonged to my grandmother, and her grandmother before her. It has been passed down through the generations of wolf-less women in my family." Lyra took the pouch and opened it. Inside was a small, smooth stone, dark as night, with a single silver thread running through its centre. "What is it?" she asked. Elara's voice dropped to something almost reverent. "A moonstone. It is said to carry the essence of the moon goddess herself. It will protect you when the darkness comes."

I traced the hand holding the gun, and my sight met that of the pair of eyes that'll forever hunt me. They were bloodred eyes!

He reached for a small, intricately carved wooden box at his side, opening it to reveal a pair of silver rings, each adorned with the emblem of the Winter Moon pack. As he slid the ring onto her finger, a rush of energy surged between them, connecting their souls in a way that transcended words. Arianna mirrored his actions, placing the matching ring on his finger. The bond was complete, the mark of their unity shimmering under the moonlight. Arianna felt a link with other pack members. With a howl that echoed through the trees, Xavier lifted Arianna's hand high, their rings glinting like stars. The pack followed suit, raising their voices in celebration, the sound rolling through the forest

Here's a little cheat sheet for the packs. Alpha Merrick and Luna Gracelyn - Harvest Moon Alpha Zion (currently unmated but that may change soon;)) - Blue Moon Alpha Aydin and Luna Tessa - Waning Moon Alpha Kolter and Luna Kinsley - Waxing Moon Alpha David and Luna Christina - Silver Moon ......................................................... “So,” she continued, her tone lighter, “with that being said, Blood Moon pack will not be a part of this war and I will be keeping a close eye on them.”

He questioned, seeing the nervousness in my eyes and my mouth almost tasting metallic. "Yes, I think I am." I let it out without fear, I'm the Moonglow, reincarnation of the moon goddess at least that was the mantra I chanted to myself as assurance now and then. The car eased into the driveway and there were many more wolves than the last time beta wolves, omega wolves and Gamma wolves. Just as my eyes were doing the physical calculation. One of the betas walked towards us. His face was scarred and his build was visible from the jersey shirt he worked on. His platinum blond hair was nearly brushed in Jerry curls.

His hands were steady, but I caught the tightness around his mouth—the weight of old rituals being rewritten. He opened it. Nestled inside, on a bed of simple black cloth, lay a narrow band of silver. Not a glittering tiara. Not some ornate, ostentatious circlet. Just a band, etched with a pattern of intertwined thorns and moons. “The Lunar crown,” Morwen said quietly from her place at the ring’s edge. “Forged when this pack was born. Placed on the heads of Lunas, who stood as symbols, puppets, or priests to a story that forgot they were people first.”

The echo throbbed once more then settled but the warning lingered heavy in my chest. Jacob’s grip tightened on my arm. “What did you see?” I met his eyes voice barely above a whisper. “Thorn on the northern ridge. Hundreds of shadow-armored wolves behind him. He looked straight at the camp. He said three nights until the full moon. The child will call him home.” Every wolf within hearing distance froze. Lira’s blades hissed free again. Riven’s face darkened. Elara pressed the moonstone to her chest as though to steady the trace.

The stem was thick, covered in sharp, jagged thorns, and a single drop of dark, ink-like liquid clung to the leaf like a drop of poison. It was the absolute, unmistakable calling card of the Dark Moon Pack.

Under the radiant glow of the full moon, Silver Moon Pack members gathered in the heart of their territory, eagerly anticipating the arrival of the Moon Goddess. Alpha Jake, Luna Mara, and the rest of the werewolves stood in a circle, their eyes fixed on the heavens. As the minutes passed, a palpable sense of reverence filled the air.