I was nothing. A lowly omega, destined to live in the shadows of stronger wolves. But on the night of my eighteenth birthday, the moon had other plans for me. My mate was an Alpha’s son. The problem? He wasn’t the only one. The Blackwood triplets—Kael, Ronan, and Darian—each bore the same mark that bound them to me.  

To be Luna, I would have to survive the chaos of three powerful mates, a jealous rival who wanted my place, and a secret buried deep in my bloodline.  

Because being chosen by the moon was never a gift. It was a curse.

Selene ran after Dante, her silver dress fluttering behind her as they pushed through the panicked crowd. The beautiful Moon Festival had changed into chaos within seconds. Pack members scattered in all directions, some running to help Lyra who lay twitching on the ground, others grabbing weapons as howls of alarm spread through the night. "There!" Selene pointed to a flash of Elara's red hair going into the forest, pulling Ivy along like a rag doll. A huge roar stopped them in their tracks. 


Chapter 22 - Chapter 22: Hidden Flames