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He was almost panting over this petite woman and it wasn’t just because of the way she was handling that steak. Santiago felt a carnal need begin to surge through his body and it surprised him with its intensity. He hadn’t felt this way about anyone in a long time--much less a human. Somehow he'd not only shut off his cravings for meat, but he'd also shut of his desire to search for his mate. Shaking off that old internal battle over family, duty, and instinct, he re-focused on the screen. Who was she? Why was he feeling his wolf starting to prowl around under his skin?

She stumbled forward, every instinct screaming at her to run the other way, but the Moonfire surged in her veins, burning, demanding. The cloaked figure’s head snapped toward her. Even across the chaos, Amara felt its gaze pin her in place like a blade against her throat. “There you are,” it hissed, voice like a thousand whispers layered together. Her breath hitched. Her knees almost gave way. And then, as though something inside her snapped free, the Moonfire erupted. Light exploded from her palms, searing and blinding. Warriors on both sides froze, shadows hissing and shrieking as the fire cut through them like sunlight burning mist. The cloaked figure staggered back, shielding itself agai

No Kellan, no Alpha. My legs were thunder. My chest felt like a drum as my heart beats Freedom. And terror. I was both afraid and amazed Hunters followed behind me wearing Ironhaven colors. Their torches dripped fire that whispered one word: FUEGO. The flames turned into my mother again. She blocked my path, taller than the trees. “Listen,” she said, voice cracking like ice. “The Moon-Weaver does not serve Alphas. She unravels them.”. She kept repeating over and over again until I felt dizzy

Her back arched, a scream tearing from her lips as the shadows clawed into her light. The pain was unbearable. It burned and froze at once — darkness crawling into her veins, trying to drown the Moonfire. But in the depths of that agony, she heard it again — the softest whisper, calm and infinite, threading through her mind like wind through leaves. “The fire is not given, my child. It is chosen. Show Me what burns within you.” The Moon Goddess. Nova’s trembling stopped. Her breathing slowed. Tears of light rolled down her cheeks, glowing silver in the darkness.

The fog was alive, swirling around me, and I realized with a jolt that this was the blight itself. I had to do something. I reached deep inside myself, searching for the power I knew was there. The flame of Hestia, the gift that had been passed down through generations. I could feel it flickering inside me, waiting to be unleashed. With a deep breath, I let it out, allowing the warmth to spread through me. The fog recoiled, hissing as the flames began to burn it away. But then I saw it—a figure, monstrous and twisted, surrounded by the fog. It turned its hollow eyes on me and let out a bone-chilling scream. “Leave!” it roared, its voice echoing in my mind.

Fluffy white wings stretched out of my back and cast a shadow over me, covering me as though they were shields. That wasn’t the problem, though. At the bottom of my wings, there was fire that did not appear to cause me or my cloth any harm. It just burned. In the middle of my head was a crescent moon that glowed. “They are burning,” I heard someone say. “How are they white if she is the demigod of Night and shadows?” Another asked.

I was standing in a field of white fire again, the same place I’d seen before. But this time, it wasn’t empty. The Moon Goddess stood before me, her silver hair falling like water, her eyes calm. Beside her stood the figure of flame — taller, darker, with eyes that burned like the sun. I couldn’t breathe. “Who are you?” The flame spoke first. “You already know.” “No,” I said. “I don’t.” “You carry my blood,” he said. “The fire that can end everything.” The goddess looked at me gently. “And mine,” she said. “The light that can save it.”

'What does that mean? 'There is an old record at Silvermoon, from before the current line of Lunas. I saw it once, and I have not seen it since. It speaks of a Silvermoon Luna from long ago who wielded a power called Moonfire. The power was the wolf's soul and the Moon Goddess's strength bound together. The passage says Moonfire could call silver-blue flames that would not burn the one who held them, but would consume shadows and break curses. Those flames could sweep across a battlefield without touching the living. It was rare and used to push back dark forces. When it awoke in the Luna for the first time, the awakening was too much for her wolf and put her into a coma. A fever coma. It di

in her fists as Andy continued. “Your respect for a world not your own but to which you belong is not unknown to us, and you shall be protected from this day until the end of days and beyond that, the vail is thankful and aware you protect her children and so as her children we shall do the same,” Rori’s mouth fell open as what looked like hundreds of flits floated above them like lanterns of hope floating in the wind. Andy glanced up at the crowded traffic of flits filling the room, and Rori noticed a slight humming of whispers she couldn't quite understand before the flits descended from the ceiling and began to rotate themselves into the flames of each candle. Rori’s breath stopped as ea

Ethan exclaimed at my mother. “You are staring at the Alpha Zena of The Sky Guardians, Ethan. The only Alpha female in the generation of her pack before she decided to run away with my father,” I explained. “And Alaric, son of Nimue, a powerful witch, and Marcus, the rebellious son of the moon goddess, Selene.” We only heard his deep sigh. “No one will force you to tell us about the council, Ethan,” I said, looking at him without any feelings of gentleness and love. “But my parents had been hiding us for decades to keep us safe until-”