THE WOLF THAT DOESN’T BOWThe night air was sharp, cold enough to sting lungs and wake instincts buried deep beneath skin and bone. The moon hung wide and merciless above the fortress, and beneath its light, everything felt strained every breath, every silent thought, every step echoing through halls thick with tension. War hadn’t arrived yet, but its shadow already lived here, walking the corridors like an uninvited king. Warriors trained until blood stained the earth and exhaustion blurred vision, because everyone knew those who hesitated would die first.Aria stood in the courtyard with her fingers pressed to the scar now etched across her spine, tracing the Moonborn mark that still pulsed with power she didn’t fully understand or trust. Her heartbeat moved differently now slower sometimes, faster others as if her physical body no longer ruled itself. Her wolf was awake, alert, listening. Not just a presence an equal. And with every hour she existed, she felt the shift between them

THE BLOODMOON VEILThe night was too quiet after the battle, the kind of silence that pressed against the skin and whispered warnings the mind wasn’t ready to hear. Smoke still lingered in the courtyard where bodies both shadow and flesh had fallen hours before. The moon, still red from Malachar’s declaration, hung unnaturally low, watching everything like an ancient eye. It made the world feel smaller, closer, trapped.Aria stood alone near the shattered outer gate, her cloak brushing against broken stone as she stared up at the sky. She didn’t know how long she had been standing there. Time had dissolved into a thick fog ever since her mother’s words carved themselves into her skull:You are the throne.She had fought, bled, awakened power she didn’t understand and all this time she’d believed Malachar wanted her dead. But now she understood something far worse:He wanted her alive.Wanted her beside him.Wanted her claimed.Rowan found her first. She sensed him before she heard him

THE HUNT OF SHADOW AND MOONThe forest breathed around them, alive with the scent of predator and prey, blood and fear. The moon hung swollen and crimson above the treetops, casting long, distorted shadows over the ground, shadows that seemed to move with a will of their own. Aria’s senses were on fire. Every sound, every movement, every vibration of the earth beneath her paws reached her simultaneously, amplified and precise, as if the very forest were whispering secrets of life and death.Rowan ran beside her, muscles coiling and stretching with each leap. In his golden eyes, the wolf shone brighter than the moon, a fierce aura of loyalty and protection. Their pack had dwindled, their allies scattered, but tonight it mattered less. Tonight, only the hunt remained. And the prey was Malachar.Lucian followed closely behind, his presence colder, sharper, but no less protective. The alpha energy radiating from him was different from Rowan’s precise, measured, controlled. He was a strat

THE WOLVES WHO BLEED FOR THE MOONThe world split open with teeth.Aria hit the ground mid-shift, her wolf bursting out of her in a blast of gold-white moonfire. Her paws skidded through torn earth as the forest erupted into a battlefield living wolves against the dead.Her pack slammed into the Graveborn with raw fury. Snarls, claws, bone snapping, the wet sound of flesh tearing. Rowan, now in wolf form, met the charge head-on, striking like a bolt of midnight lightning. His jaws latched onto the throat of a Graveborn beta, ripping through dead sinew that refused to bleed.The creature didn’t fall.It just turned its head, white eyes glowing, and lunged again.Aria saw it too late.Golden rage exploded inside her. She launched herself at the corpse-wolf, slamming into it with enough force to crack the ground beneath them. Her claws burned bright as she tore through its spine this time releasing a burst of moonfire that reduced it to ash.Her power hit the battlefield like a shockwa

THE WOLF THAT FORGOT HER NAMERowan lunged.Not the Rowan she knew. Not the Alpha who held her as if she were the last breath in his lungs. Not the man who kissed her like he was praying.This Rowan was made of moonfire and ruin, a creature sculpted for killing. His wings ethereal, silver, and burning with ancient runes ripped the air as he launched forward with a speed that cracked the ground beneath him.Aria barely dodged.He slammed past her, skidding through the dirt and leaving a burning trail as his claws dug trenches into the earth. When he turned, the night shook with the force of his snarl.Her heart shattered.“Rowan,” she whispered, stepping back but refusing to run. “It’s me.”He didn’t blink.Didn’t hesitate.He charged again.She dodged only at the last second, flipping backward as his claws tore through the space where her chest had been a heartbeat earlier. The force of his attack uprooted a tree behind her, splintering it in half.Aria swallowed hard.This wasn’t lik