Blood Moon: Vengeance of the Reborn Luna

ows grow darkest. In death, I find her whisper

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rs. That's how long I've tried to win Cain's heart. Tried to make him see me as more than an obligation, more than the

e stormed out earlier. He didn't even look at me before he slammed the door. Not a wor

ens as tears s

pup, Lira. My wolf, Red, whisper

uel joke when the father of

houghts. It's faint, but it's coming from the direction of Cain's study. A kno

even in his rare moments of amusement. The other is higher, feminine. Familiar. My pulse qui

wrapped around her. Claire. My best friend. The w

escaping my lips before I can st

as I step inside, my hands s

. Cain doesn't bother to pull away from her. His icy gaze pier

s though I'm nothing more

s. "I've given you everything-m

e sharp and dismissive. "You've

his words are a physi

rs. "Face it, Lira. You're pathetic. Did you really think he'd stay

cking as if sensing my distress. "Cain, please," I whisper

he says coldly. "You are no longer my mate. Claire is stronger, smarte

y stomach churns as his fangs elongate, sinking into her skin. The bond I'

him, desperation driving me.

Her hand flies out, slapping me hard across the face. The impact sends me sprawling

belly. The scent of iron floods my senses, and

ision blurring. "Cain, save

ne last time before he turns

der, her voice dripping with venom. "She

aughter echoing down the hal

through the shattered window. My blood seeps into the f

n. "Goddess," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "If you can hear me

its glow. My chest rises and falls in shallo

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st, then grows louder, pounding against my skull like a relentless

re

h the faint scent of wildflowers and something I can'

ey don't belong to me. My hands tremble as I lift them i

hai

no longer the fiery red I've known all my life. Th

d, far more luxurious than anything in the Moonblood pack. Velvet drapes c

rters. I'm not even sur

rough my haze, followed

's a

't touch

nt to see

each movement sending a dull throb through my tem

x of wonder and excitement. They're not much olde

rl exclaims, her voice

like a bolt of

arkness rushes back in, p