BLOOD MOON'S HEIR: A Curse of Power and Passion...
ck with the stench of damp earth and decaying leaves, a cruel reminder of the graves dug for those deemed unworthy by the pack. Her bare feet s
reeking of stale ale and malice. "Silverclaw's dogs'll chew you to scraps." Dawn painted the sky in bruise-purple and gold, but the trees huddled close, their branches twisted into skeletal fingers
apped beh
ak. The bark dug into her spine, the scent of damp ro
Lyra's pulse hammered, her ribs aching where the Beta's boot had cracked bone that morning. Healed now, sh
e through their village. "Stay hidden, Lyra. No matter what." She'd stayed. And l
Always
and predatory. "Silverclaw's Alpha prefe
ck, its edges biting into her palm. A we
rcers. She counted three-no, four-shadows weaving between t
in
red. This time, she didn
rld bl
-
ours E
Cassius stood silhouetted in the doorway, a parchment scroll
. The kennel reeked of fear and old blood, the straw beneath
d moon's rise, Lyra of Blackfang Pack shall wed Thaddeus Silverclaw, Alpha of the Eastern Territories, in ex
ister's
ath hitche
nough to draw blood. "Pretty name. Pretty screams." He leaned clo
desperate-twisted in Lyra's chest. Her hand trembled as she reached f
-
es
orcers
n fractured.
ue flower on his fur. Too slow. Another wolf lunged, teeth grazing her shoulder. She pivoted, driving t
the shadows, arms cro
r thread
dripped from her nos
e stepped into the clearing, his gaze raking over her like a
at his boots.
s a blade. "
mov
st the oak, his hand vise-tight around her throat. "You'll sign the con
. Kael. Mother. Their faces s
forest
Not Blackfang.
gu
lamping on Cassius's arm. He roared, releasing Lyra. C
rd, her palms scrap
er gaze to the gray wolf. Its eyes-one b
a
reath caught. A scar. The same jagged mark Kael bore from childhood,
iv
ward her, amber ey
a r
-
But when Lyra glanced back, Cassius was gone. Instead, a massive black wolf with smoldering amber eyes emerged from the smo
nd for a heartbeat, Lyra saw it-reg