THE MOONBINDER'S CURSE

ne filled the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood. Elara Ravenshadow stood at the edge of the clearing, her p

ed was inside. And toni

ck left. He was the last of his bloodline, a relic of a time when Alphas ruled unchecked. He had once been a legend, a monster whispered about in fear. But the Order of Moo

e of Master Orlaith, the elder overseeing the ritual. The woman's pale eyes gleamed wit

houlders to straig

e archway ahead. "Then go. The Alpha must be bound before dawn. If h

caped, no power in the

ed from lunar steel, a weapon designed for one purpose-to carve a binding sigil into a wolf's

she entered the ruined monastery. The air inside was thick with dust

, reacting to th

ains r

rumbled fro

enter of the chamber. There, bound to the crum

ned, he radi

e of weakening a werewolf's strength. His shirt was torn, revealing a body carved from war and survival-broa

burning

oice was low, rough as gravel, but laced

stomach. She had faced Alphas before. Had

Kieran Wolfsbane, are hereby sentenced to servitude under

t have been a smirk if not for the gleam

ou are chained, Alpha

hing unreadable flickering beneath thei

le that sent a shi

er name like a sec

chains

n the metal flared, then burned out completely. The power of the

ould have held. The Lunabane should have kept him weak. But Kieran moved-no, he prowle

ime to react bef

ing for his heart, but he caught her wrist with inhuman speed. Pain sh

ill her. Didn't crush her b

, he ca

gainst her ear. "Tell me, little Moonbinder..." His voice was a low, velvety t

s grip was iron. "The O

ng on it,"

n-he le

back, shock flo

e killed her. Instead, h

t

ruins at his feet. "Run, Elara. Tell your maste

nstinct screaming at h

she

ng with something dangerously close to fear. But even as

binders

not bound; he had nev

, he wa