When The Moon Was Ours Novels & Stories

A stirring of something ancient and primal. The full moon was rising, and I could feel its power calling to me. I was a werewolf, and I had done something. Something terrible. But what? As the moon rose higher in the sky, I felt my body begin to change. My senses grew sharper, my muscles stronger. And then, everything went black again. When I came to, I was standing in the middle of a forest, surrounded by trees that seemed to stretch up to the sky. The moon was still rising, casting a silver glow over everything.

Lena had always hated full moons. Not in a dramatic, horror-movie way. Nothing that obvious. It was quieter than that. A restless hum under her skin. Nights where sleep never came easy and every sound outside her window felt personal, like the dark was aware of her. Tonight, the moon wasn’t silver. It was red. She stood barefoot on the back porch of her rental house at the edge of town, arms folded tight against the chill. The woods behind her stretched deep and black, the treetops glowing faintly under the strange crimson light.

It was the exact time I was supposed to be presenting my Moonlight Therapy, but instead, she was detailing the flawed treatment, announcing that the first batch of infused moonstones was already being distributed to patients. I opened my laptop and scheduled an email. It contained all the evidence of how Marcus and Isabella had stolen my research, and it was addressed to the Regional Council. Meanwhile, the real, functional moonstones—the ones I created—were already on their way to pack clinics across the territory. Any patients who received Isabella’s flawed treatment could still be completely cured, as long as they used my version within the week. With that done, I disconnected from the ne

“But we do it on our terms.” He nodded once, his gaze locked on mine. “Then it’s ours,” he said. “All of it.” I pressed my hand to his chest, feeling the slow rise and fall beneath my palm. The hum of the garden wrapped around us, soft and alive, as though the Goddess herself had laid her hand over the moment. I closed my eyes, breathing in the warmth of him, the pulse of the earth, the weight of the choice we’d made. The moon hung above, full and bright, washing the world in silver. Its light touched us both, marking us — not as Alpha and Luna, but as two souls who had chosen to stay when leaving might’ve been easier.

“I never imagined life could be this full.” ‎ ‎Lyra smiled, resting her head against his shoulder. “Neither did I. And yet, here we are. Together. Forever.” ‎ ‎The moon rose high, silver and brilliant. Wolves howled in harmony. And in that moment, the bond of Moon and Wolf became legend. ‎

But here, tonight, under the rising moon, I felt a bond stronger than blood, stronger than fire, stronger than war. Rafe and I wolf and human, alpha and lone wolf stood together in the ruins, unbroken. And I finally allowed myself to believe that nothing, not even the distant threat of war, could undo what we had forged in blood, pain, and heartache. The moon rose higher, silver and commanding, witness to our oath. Our survival. Our bond. Our choice.

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.

I was tagged the strict and ‘no mercy’ alpha but I did not care, as long as people feared me, whatever floats their boats is what they can call me. They wouldn’t dare disrespect me. The royalties of the Crescent pack are direct descendants of the first werewolves and every pack member must partake in the moon fall ceremony where a blood oath is renewed among all pack members. That way, we all share the same blood and strengthen our bond with the moon goddess.

I said resolutely. Papa flashed me a proud smile and nodded with me. It was quiet for a moment, and I could tell that he was trying to figure out how to say something. I squeezed his hand reassuringly. I felt the tension in the room rise. I looked to Xander who looked at me with uncertainty. Whatever we were about to hear was not going to be good. “I was not supposed to present myself early, but the mission would fail if I did not. The Moon has grown impatient, a flaw of hers grounded in the misconception that she is the ultimate authority. Ezekiel made a deal with her, and she surely does love her deals.”

I call back over my shoulder. …… ~ Moxie ~ “It’s not working.” Randall pleads out to me through the mind-link. “Just a little long.” “Luna, we have been out here for hours. The moon is at her highest, we can’t let him get near human territory.” “That’s why we are tracking him Randall.” I seethe through gritted teeth. I am not going back now, not when we have been tracking him for hours already ….there is only this. I can’t bear to think about another failure.