The Luna Rebellion

Goddess cloaked the stars in silence. The seers of the Ironclaw Pack fell to their knees. They whispered of an heir touched by

k with an iron fist and colder heart. He was a warrior-king who bowed to no one, not even the Council of Elders. To hi

named her Kaela meaning "blessed flame" in the old tongue. Seraphine saw in her

ad balanced Ronan's

rsh training, endless battles in the ring with boys twice her size. Pain was

gotten truth, revealing stories that had been buried by centuries of patriarchal rule. Tales of Luna-born daughters with fire in their veins. Of warrior queens who led packs into glory. Of Luna Alphas who ruled not beside their mates, but above them. Of fierce women who challenged the council, chose love over law and sparked rebellions that echoed throug

ck until she died and when she died,

order. A border patrol mission had gone wrong. They told her rogues ambushed t

. Her cries echoed through the forest l

from the battlefield bloodied and silent, burned Seraphine's

an any Ironclaw warrior. Her body was s

daughter. She became a weapon. But her f

said, voice sharp as a blad

ngth not when she broke arms in training and bested sons of elders in every spar. But strength

eside a true Alpha, he w

er earned the pack's lo

cil hall, the same room where decisions were made without her, where yo

was both a weapon and a chain. The Council planned to announce her betrothal during the Solstice Gat

jaw cl

ven to anyone, s

elder

calm and cold. You will do what

and by you. She wasn'

om gre

ared his throat. Kaela, you a

train your warriors. I patrol our borders. I fight, bleed, and kill for Iro

ammed against t

dess made a mistake giving y

linch. Maybe S

beat, silen

ing above her. You sham

rage. You shame it every day you treat h

nd heir, father and daug

ld grove long since regrown, wild and untamed. Moonlight filtered through the t

hite ash tree, the last place

ispered. He only sees me as

ent drifted toward her

nd made Ka

en eyes stared at her

lowly. Who

-shouldered. Not a stranger. Thane, her father's e

here? Kaela asked,

r. Instead, he hel

a to

it in unfamiliar handwriting: "Y

ood ra

his, she

gone, vanishing into

t the message,

r wasn't kil

n w

d

d to whisper secrets

around the parchment

laws and Kaela