No one talks about the Black Moon.

They say children born beneath its ink-stained light are cosmic errors, mistakes corrected before their seventh winter. At eighteen, I am the error that lived.

As the Alpha’s daughter, I should have been royalty. Instead, I am a ghost in my father’s house, treated like rot beneath the floorboards and never touched without heavy gloves. I have no wolf and no future—until the night I am rejected by my fated mate.

When my heart breaks, the sky breaks with it. The moon turns black, lightning strikes, and a plague begins to destroy my pack from the inside out. The Priests’ verdict is simple: to save the wolves, the "curse" must be bled dry.

Sentenced to death, I steal one final night of freedom in the neon haze of a forbidden club. There, I meet a dangerous stranger with a deal that tastes like sin and salvation.

Yes, they called me a mistake. They called me a sacrifice. But when I return for the Bloodline rituals, the Goddess didn’t choose my sister to save the world. She chose me. 

Now, the Kings of wolves, mages, and vampires are coming for me; they all want a piece of the Black Luna to tip the scales of war. They think they can buy my blood, my presence, or my hand in marriage…

They are wrong, because the shadow beneath my skin… is finally hungry.

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"You're a long way from the attic, little curse," he says, his voice a low, silk-wrapped growl.

"I'm a few hours from an altar," I shoot back, my sassy edge finding its footing. "I figured I'd see what the world looks like before I'm bled dry for it."

He leans down, his breath warm against my ear. "The Blood-Claw pack is foolish. They think they can solve a plague by killing the only thing the Goddess actually bothered to mark?”

"They think I'm a mistake. Who are you to tell them otherwise?"

He pulls back just enough to look me in the eye, his silver gaze pinning me in place. "I’m the Prince," he says, the title sounding like a threat. "And that’s enough.”

He reaches out, his thumb grazing my jawline, tracing the path where my father’s hand usually leaves a bruise. I should flinch, but the shadow in my blood is purring at his touch.

“I have a proposal, Iskera. If you go back alone, you die at dawn,” he whispers, his eyes darkening. "They’ll open your throat to appease a Goddess who isn't even listening. But if you go back as my property? If you wear my ring and carry my name?"

He leans closer, his lips inches from mine, his scent of sandalwood and winter air filling my senses.

"Not even your father would dare draw his knife against what belongs to me."

"Where do the staff stay?" I ask Grace the moment I step into my room. 


She had been waiting for me in the hallway. 


I'm not sure what she expected—perhaps a breakdown or a flurry of demands—but I'm simply glad she's here. I need her help for one final task before I can retire to what I hope will be a dreamless sleep. 


The memory of the library dream flashes in my mind and I stomp it down. It belongs to the past. 


Based on Nox's cryptic explanations, I can't help but wonder how many victories this kingdom has thrown away, and how much divine help they've spurned, all because they refused to see the children of the Black Moon as anything other than a curse.


"At the north wing of the house," Grace answers, her voice pulling me back from the brink of a dark reverie. "Is there a problem, Princess?"


"Not at all. I want to see the driver—Jamin. Is that possible?"


Chapter 46 - Save Them