Luna has spent her entire life trying to meet the impossible expectations of her adoptive family. 

Engaged to the man they chose for her, she believed that submitting to their will was the only way to truly belong. But everything shatters the moment she catches her fiancé in the arms of another woman—and worse, her family blames her for it.

Cast out with nowhere to go, Luna wanders aimlessly toward the mountain beyond her district, seeking solitude, a moment of clarity. But the deeper she ventures into the darkened forest, the more she realizes she is hopelessly lost. And she is not alone.

When the shadows stretch too long and the whispers of the wild grow too close, a massive wolf emerges from the darkness—powerful, untamed, with eyes that glow like molten silver. 

There is something about him, something primal and dangerous, something that tells Luna she should run.

But she doesn’t.

Because the beast saved her life. Because his voice, deep and rich, rumbles through the air when no wolf should be able to speak. And because, with a certainty that sends chills down her spine, he claims her as his mate.

But that’s impossible.

Luna is human.

Isn’t she?

Damian's words echoed in my skull, a poison I couldn't expel.


"My family was responsible for the massacre of the last Lunar Guardian."


I took a step back, shaking my head. "No. You're lying."


"I wish I were," Damian said, his voice hollow. "But I only learned the truth recently. My father—he never told me what our family had done." His jaw clenched. "Until now."


Rhydian moved before I could stop him. One moment he was beside me; the next, he had Damian pinned against the stone wall, claws pressing against his throat.


"You expect us to believe that?" Rhydian's voice was deadly calm, but I could feel the rage simmering beneath the surface. "That you just happened to discover this now?"


Damian didn't flinch. "Believe whatever you want. It doesn't change the truth."


I should've wanted this. I should've wanted Rhydian to end him.


But something in Damian's eyes—something raw and desperate—made my chest tighten.


"Rhydian." My voice was sharp. "Let him go."


Rhydian's grip tightened, his golden eyes burning with fury. "He knew, Luna." His voice cracked with barely restrained violence. "His bloodline is responsible for what happened to your kind. To you."


"I know," I said, my throat thick. "But killing him won't undo the past."


Rhydian's hands trembled against Damian's throat. For a long moment, I thought he wouldn't listen.


Then, with a snarl of frustration, he released him, stepping back like Damian's very presence disgusted him.


Damian coughed, rubbing his neck, but he didn't look relieved. If anything, he looked exhausted.


"I didn't come here to fight," he said hoarsely. "I came to warn you."


Rhydian let out a humorless laugh. "Warn us? You're out of your damn mind if you think we'll trust anything you say."


But Damian ignored him. He turned to me, his blue eyes dark with something unreadable. "The Silver Fang Society is planning something bigger than just hunting wolves. They're after the Moonlit Relic."


Silence slammed into the room like a blade.


Damian nodded. "It's an ancient artifact, lost for centuries. They believe it holds the power to either awaken—or destroy—your kind."


If Morganna got her hands on something like that—


Chapter 55 - Chapter 54