Thorn Triplets Winter Moon Pack Novels & Stories

All were silent and patiently waiting, most were parents and understood the interruption. “I apologize for that. We do know the when and where. The prince plans to complete his goal at the full moon festival during the spring equinox.” “That is a sacred time of year when wolves from all over the country join together the renewal spring represents, the season and our bond with our king.” Gamma Derek said, sounding shocked and horrified. “It's almost the perfect plan they can blend in with the crowd and the king will be most vulnerable during the bonding ceremony; it would be the perfect time to strike.” Beta Zara sounded almost impressed.

The pain in Rhys's eyes was almost overflowing. Harris stepped forward. "My Mate suffered, and you both played a part. The Silver Moon Pack owes us." "Any terms," Thorne said quickly. "We are willing to compensate." "Three years of supplies, delivered to our territory every full moon." Harris's voice allowed no argument. No one dared to object. "And you two," he stared at Rhys and Finn, "will personally lead each delivery, kneel before my Luna, apologize, and restate your crimes. Until she deems it enough."

He then turns to look back at his mate and then back at the door as if thinking about something very serious. As Mark seems busy with his thoughts, Blake is also looking at Mark with amusement in his eyes. He can feel his eagerness to go outside and his worry for him as well. Mark’s wolf is large, larger than a normal wolf. Blake is fascinated by his changes and wonders how he has become like this. Nevertheless, he can’t let Mark stay back just for him. He walks over to the door and pulls it open. He steps out into the cold, shivering a little from the cold before quickly adjusting to the temperature. The moon is high in the sky, the darkness engulfing the whole world and yet even in the dar

I asked. “They call themselves the Silver Moon Pack.” She says. None of us recognizes this pack. I know most, if not all, the names of the packs that exist, but this one isn’t ringing a bell. I stole all the names from Aphrodite a few years ago. I figured it would come in useful at some point. “I wonder how this pack has gotten under my radar?” I say. “I bet it's the triplets hiding it. That would explain why it isn’t on the list.” Ian comments.

My body betrayed me leaning forward even as my my mind screamed not to. The bond was too strong. A mate bond with an alpha was really strong, not to talk of three alphas. I looked up at the sky. Was the moon goddess playing a trick on me?. Tears gathered in my eyes. Tears that I've sworn to never shed. Suddenly the night disappeared, and all I could see was endless snow. I could feel the cold on my back, my wrists pinned. Hands crawling everywhere… I could still hear them laughing. Those lewd words… My stomach twisted violently. I remembered the cold, the blood, the growl, the wolf and how everything went red.

Initially I thought of it as an insult that Zenith spoke without being asked to, but if the brother to sister talk was going to get MoonBlood off my back, then I accepted it. MoonBlood kept looking into Zenith’s eyes. Then his eyes moved to her stomach. "You are carrying his pups," he said. "I heard they are triplets." The pack was watching. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. I was standing away holding a knife and listening to my wife explain to her brother in front of every IronPeak wolf that our entire marriage had been a strategy and I could not do anything about it because she was carrying my sons.

“The bit about ‘thrice-blooded moons’—that’s oddly specific, and connects to what Selene said about ‘much still to be written.’” Nico cleared his throat softly. “If I may, My Queen—the phrase ‘thrice-blooded moons’ is likely a reference to the upcoming lunar trinity. Three full moons that will appear red due to atmospheric conditions, occurring in sequence over the next three months. The first is just two weeks away.” My blood chilled at his words. Not some distant, metaphorical timeline then—a concrete deadline, approaching rapidly. “So they’re setting the stage,” I said, thinking aloud. “Creating a timeline for whatever they’ve planned.”

The forest was alive with silver. Moonlight dripped through the bare branches like liquid frost, pooling on the ground in pale, shimmering sheets. The Winter Moon—the brightest, coldest full moon of the year—hung heavy above the Winterwood, casting everything in a ghostlike glow. Lyra Whitlock paused at the treeline, breath fogging in the crisp air. Her heartbeat thudded unevenly beneath her cloak. This was her last moment alone before the festival. Before the ceremony. Before the pact that would bind her life to a man she’d never met.

Sat back on his heels. "I'm a werewolf, Elara." I laughed. Couldn't help it. The sound was hysterical. Wrong. "Werewolves don't exist." "You just watched me kill three men with my bare hands." "That doesn't mean…" "Look at me." I looked. His eyes flashed gold. Just for a second. Just long enough to prove I wasn't insane. The laugh died in my throat. "Oh God."

Showing us all these doesn’t mean anything if he didn’t give them the warriors. They were far away from dark dynasty and who knows what that sick King could have done to Blue Moon or to his Lunas. “Red Mountains are under the trinity pack as warriors of the land. For years, the share of food and herbs from Blue Moon has be given. Why can’t your pack live to it’s role?” Red grumbled. It had been a week since he let his own pack. And he was away from his mate and his wolf, Reece, craved her so much.