Meet the Moon

Meet the Moon

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The disdain for rogue werewolves had grown to unprecedented levels in the following years after the Lunar Civil War. Ancient Packs, especially those who composed the Lunar Council, treated these packless mutts as lower class citizens. Scum that should never be trusted again. Nitengale Diebold had grown up under these prejudices. Figuring out a way to survive in a world that wouldn't blink twice if she ended up dead on the side of the road. In order to survive, you had to be strong. In order to be strong, that meant proving your mettle amongst the rogues. To roll with the rogues meant having the grit to deal with the dark underbelly of the magical community... Persephone Reed is often referred to by her friends as the 'Princess of Ancient Pack Reed'. The only daughter to the Pack Alpha. Blessed by the Moon Goddess to have grown up in a strong and close pack. The closest thing she's ever had to as sister is Ophelia Reed, the daughter of the Pack Beta and Persephone's cousin. What binds these two unlikely souls together is Ophelia Reed, or was Ophelia Reed. Ophelia and her mate, Oliver Stone, became fast friends with Nite. The mated pair showing the rogue that there was more to life than surviving - that you could live and love like the Moon Goddess above intended. All that's left now of the late Ophelia is her son, August Reed. And the inconvenient revelation that Nite and Persephone are destined as mates.
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This is a world where power and dominance stand above anything and everything else. This is a world where you don't want to run around in the dark. This is a world where love is nothing other than a meaningless word used to describe the indescribable feeling of having a Mate. This is a world where wolves are dominant and only the most powerful survive. This is the world Silas, a loner and the first full blooded wolf in history, was born into. The world where she must prove her dominance in order to survive. * * * Unbearable pain erupted through my body, almost instantly. Dizziness made the room swirl unnaturally and darkness threatened to take over. "Up," the Alpha repeated. I tried, but, once again, I was rendered immobile. Another large syringe full of the green and silver mixture was injected into my body. This process repeated, time and time again. My body could not handle it. The room spun in quick, repeating circles as darkness surged, covering everything I saw and felt with a thick, black blanket. I couldn't remember anything. Not who I was. Not where I was. Not who was with me. Not what I was supposed to be doing. But, as I lay there, unconscious, beginning to go insane with pain, I could still hear, still remember, him. I could remember the voice of someone I had met, not that long ago, that already meant the world to me. I could remember the feeling of our wolves connecting, all but the new fifth member of my body, who had led me to this dark, dangerous place. I could remember feeling, for the first time in years, what it felt like to be happy. I could remember his name. Jace. * * * I do not take credit for the picture used in the cover of this story. <ON HOLD>

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