BLOOD MOON'S HEIR: A Curse of Power and Passion...

chorus of crickets and rustling leaves silenced by the weight of the predator before her. His amber eyes glowed beneath the Silverclaw collar, its crest gleamin

and cloying, as if the earth itself conspired to slow her escape. Rogues and enforcers clashed in a cacophony of screams and snapping jaws

anch, her palms slick with s

olf l

ing themselves in her skin like needles. He recoiled, shaking his ma

e world

her, primal and dea

scrambled to her knees, her breath ragged. Another rogue? But this wolf wore no

r. He snarled at the silver wolf, then vanished int

map of old wars. Silver hair streaked with ash fell to his shoulders,

amiliar yet disarming. Alpha aura. Stronger tha

she demanded,

tly, pressing against the gash in Kael's side. The wound his

spiked. "Don'

lives. For now." He stepped closer, his gaze piercing. "But

wls echoed-closer, h

ide her hummed, drawn to the stranger

help

, cold and humor

rged through her, sharp and

g as claws tore his skin. A cro

e, gasping. "You'

aw. The Alpha who

ce of scars replacing the monster she'd imagined. His eyes held no cruelty-only exhau

beneath him. Lyra's throat t

fists. "Save hi

s fingers. Two cloaked figures materialized from the shadows, their faces

chest. His grip was iron, his heartbeat a steady drum agai

us was out there.

ear, carrying the faintest hi

e trees, the forest s

-

lsed like dying stars. Torchlight flickered over a stone altar stained with blood, its surface etched with

ride," Thaddeus murmured, chains

face a mask of cold fury. Blood dripped from a fresh gash on

n't turn. "P

unsheathed. "The

lver thre

es ignited, bathing