Beneath The White Moon

A Moonbound Saga - Book One

My story began 17 years ago in the last war between the wolves and the Hollows, when my eldest brothers were slaughtered as pups, my mother, the Queen, was taken, and I was left alive as the last heir of a bloodline no one was supposed to remember.

The King hid me in the human world because even his kingdom was no longer safe enough.

Not knowing, I will only learn the truth after we barely escape death.

Until then, all I know is Silvercrest Academy.

A school between forest and sea, wrapped in wards older than mercy and rules carved into stone. It pretends to be civilised while training us to survive things that don't knock, don't warn, and don't leave witnesses.

Jacob, Kyle, Liam, and Jace were trained by the King for this.

To find me.

To guard and protect me, no matter the cost.

Keep me alive when the war that stole my family comes back for what it left behind.

Jacob is quiet, controlled, impossible to ignore. His restraint is the warning, and the way he looks at me feels dangerously close to wanting.

Kyle is sharp-tongued, reckless, and far too good at making danger look like a smile. He provokes me just to see what breaks first.

They don't fight over me.

That would be simple.

They circle.

They want.

They wait.

Liam is gentle where the rest of them are sharp.

Jace is the strategist, always ten steps ahead, even when the horror starts wearing familiar faces.

Because something is wrong at Silvercrest.

Something ancient.

Something hungry.

It slips into dreams and follows students back out.

It doesn't threaten.

It demonstrates.

I've watched mouths split past screaming, bones turn slow beneath skin, and a body I knew fold wrong until nothing human was left.

When Silvercrest falls apart, Jacob takes me south to his pack, the largest in the entire realm, a kingdom of forests, lakes, open markets, wooden homes, sparring rings, feast fires, and thousands of wolves under his command.

There, safety is law.