A Lua Que Ela Roubou
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Nayla foi treinada a vida inteira pra caçar shifters - e nunca fez uma pergunta sequer sobre o próprio passado.
Quando recebe a missão de eliminar Kaelan, um rastreador do último bando de lobos da fronteira norte, ela espera um trabalho como qualquer outro: encontrar, atirar, voltar.
Mas no momento em que os dois se encontram, o corpo dela reage de um jeito que nenhum treinamento explica. E, pela primeira vez em vinte e quatro anos, Nayla não consegue puxar o gatilho.
Alguém escondeu a verdade dela há muito tempo. E a lua está prestes a cobrar essa dívida.
Paranormal romance / dark romance com shifters, mistério de origem e um amor que nasce onde deveria haver só sangue.
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