Thunder Moon

And so she stood, with her back to the wind and hair whipping into her weather roughed face. Her eyes shifted from purple to gold, to black. and back again. She surveyed the land below her. It was hers. All of it belonged to the ThunderMoon pack. Her home. Her pack. Everything that she loved, stood for and sought to protect. Everything her parents had died to protect her and her twin brother. At this moment, between war and peace, was the complete stillness of agony. A stillness that was wrought with beauty as the sun rose on this new time of peace; and an agony that was full of pain for the lives lost to purchase this freedom. The sky was painted in the bathing sunlight of the new day, with a gentle orange, a dusting of speckled pink, streaked with red. The wind was a biting harshness, that left the skin raw; but it was the kind of hurt that left the body feeling refreshed and clean again. This was a new start for her. A chance of freedom. A chance of peace.
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Adira, alpha female, has lost her mate and is left to rebuild her pack after winning a war. Upon capturing a trio of rogues that stumble across her land will Adira find herself caught up in more than just a challenge for her Alpha title, but also the possibility of love again?