The Luna's Secret Heir

m a distance, there was the sound of drums, mixed with laughter, music, and the crackle of big fires. I

dark hair as she tried to stay hidden. Her heart beat too fast. She shou

t Nightfang territory. She had walked

t could heal her little girl's fever. Isla was only three years old, and she fell sick every full moon. Her sickness was getting worse each tim

eyes. Too many old memories. Too many

ching the ground. The festival smelled of roasted meat, sweet wine, and burning pinewood. Children ran wit

ghtbane. The Alpha she once loved. The

His deep voice. The way he held her that on

mory away. There w

who sold herbs wrapped a bundle of moonleaf in paper and handed it to he

oze. "Ho

a small smile. "The m

d through the air. The music stopped. The crowd b

n Nigh

ught the light of the moon. His dark eyes searched the crowd like a hunter. His scent

r now. Colder too.

. Her fingers held the moonleaf tight as she s

ad to

te was

was not loud, but it was sharp enough t

rough the stalls, past the fire, under the hanging lights. The path to the f

A deep growl that on

Ly

g years. It was enough to stop h

grabbed