Chapter 1
SUMMARY:
I was born without a wolf… but I was never human either.
Something ancient lives inside me and it’s finally waking up.
When I’m hunted by the enemy, I end up in the arms of the one wolf I should fear most my mate.
Ronan, the Blackfang Beta.
But the bond between us isn’t safe.
Because the creature inside me doesn’t want love.
It wants blood.
Chapter 1: The Moonreaver Prophecy
When the moon bleeds and the forest falls to silence,
the first curse shall awaken once more.
A child will rise of fang and flame
neither beast nor human, but something unholy in between.
Her eyes shall bear the mark of two worlds:
gold for the living…
red for the damned.
She will be hunted by her own blood,
feared by those sworn to shield her,
and called by the darkness buried deep beneath the earth.
Hunger will claim her before mercy ever could.
And when her howl splits the night,
the ancient one will answer.
The wolf that does not kneel.
And when she stands at the edge of love and ruin
she will choose.
To break the curse…
or to wear the crown of bones.
The Chase
The forest didn’t scare me.
What hunted me did.
Branches snapped behind me as I ran, my feet barely touching the ground. My lungs burned, each breath sharp and painful. The moonlight cut through the trees, turning everything silver and exposing me.
They were close.
Too close.
Faster, a voice whispered inside my head.
Cold. Ancient.
I clenched my jaw. Not now, Nyx.
A soft, dark laugh echoed in my skull.
You won’t survive without me.
“I don’t need you,” I muttered under my breath, forcing my legs to move faster.
But even as I said it… I knew I was lying.
The Blackfangs were hunting me.
And they never missed.
The Truth
I was born a Silverclaw.
But I was never one of them.
No wolf.
No shift.
No place.
They called me a mistake. A stain on the bloodline.
They didn’t know the truth.
Or maybe… they were too afraid to say it.
Because something lived inside me.
Something older than the packs.
Something that didn’t belong to this world.
Let me out, Nyx whispered.
I ignored her.
I always did.
The Encounter
A shadow dropped in front of me.
I skidded to a halt, my heart slamming against my ribs.
A massive black wolf stepped into the clearing towering, powerful, his amber eyes glowing in the dark. Blood dripped from his jaws, fresh and thick.
Predator.
Death.
I turned to run
Too late.
The wolf shifted mid-step, bones cracking, body twisting
And suddenly, he was human.
Tall. Lean. Dangerous.
His chest was streaked with blood, his dark hair damp against his forehead. His gaze locked onto mine like I was prey already caught.
“Going somewhere, Silverclaw?”
My blood ran cold.
Ronan.
Blackfang Beta.
The monster every wolf feared.
My hand shot to my dagger. I lunged.
He caught my wrist before I could strike.
Too fast.
Too strong.
He yanked me forward, slamming me against him. My breath hitched as his grip tightened, his body heat seeping into mine.
Too close.
Way too close.
His scent hit me blood, smoke… and something darker.
Something that made my pulse stutter.
Mine, Nyx whispered.
My stomach dropped. No.
He is strong, she murmured, almost pleased. I want him.
“Let go,” I snapped, struggling against his grip.
Ronan only smirked, lowering his head slightly, his breath brushing against my skin.
“Feisty,” he said, voice low and rough. “I like that.”
I glared at him. “I’d rather die than be touched by you.”
His eyes darkened.
“Careful,” he murmured. “You might get your wish.”
The Interruption
A howl split the night.
Silverclaws.
Ronan’s head snapped toward the sound, his grip loosening for just a second.
That was all I needed.
I drove my knee into him and twisted free, sprinting into the trees without looking back.
Behind me, the forest exploded into chaos.
Snarls. Claws. Flesh tearing.
War.
I didn’t stop running.
I couldn’t.
But something made me look back.
Ronan stood in the middle of the fight, blood running down his arm, his chest rising and falling hard.
And he was staring at me.
Not like prey.
Not like an enemy.
Something else.
Something dangerous.
My chest tightened.
Then I turned and ran.
The Bond Begins
Days passed.
But he never left my mind.
His voice. His eyes. The way he held me like I already belonged to him.
You’re thinking about him again, Nyx murmured.
“Shut up.”
You felt it too.
I didn’t answer.
Because I had.
The Second Encounter
I shouldn’t have been alone.
But I was careless.
And he found me.
One second, I was tracking prey.
The next—I was slammed into the ground.
Air rushed from my lungs as his weight pinned me down.
Ronan.
His face hovered inches from mine, his eyes darker now, more intense.
“What are you?” he growled softly. “Why can’t I stay away from you?”
My breath shook. “I hate you.”
A faint smirk touched his lips.
“Liar.”
His hand slid to my jaw, tilting my face toward his.
“Don’t,” I warned.
He didn’t listen.
His mouth crashed into mine—rough, desperate, consuming.
I shoved at him.
I should’ve pushed him away.
I didn’t.
Because something inside me responded.
Fire.
Blood.
Hunger.
Bite him, Nyx whispered.
My fingers curled into his skin.
I almost did.
The Beginning of War
The next clash came without warning.
This time, it wasn’t a hunt.
It was war.
Silverclaw against Blackfang.
Claw against claw.
Blood against blood.
I stood with my clan but my eyes searched for him.
And when I found him
Everything stopped.
Ronan was locked in battle with Alpha Kade.
Blow after blow. Blood flying.
Killing each other.
“No…” I whispered.
Before I could think
I ran.
The Choice
“Get back!” Kade roared.
I didn’t listen.
I threw myself between them.
“Stop!” I screamed.
For one second
Silence.
Then Kade’s expression turned cold.
“You traitor.”
Pain exploded through my chest as his claws tore into me.
I hit the ground hard, gasping, blood spilling beneath me.
The world blurred.
Then
Ronan roared.
Not human.
Not wolf.
Something feral.
Something broken.
He tore into Kade with pure rage.
Claws ripping.
Bones snapping.
He didn’t stop.
Not until Kade was dead.
Blood and Moonlight
Ronan dropped beside me, his hands shaking as he pulled me into him.
“Lira,” he said, voice rough. “Stay with me.”
My vision dimmed.
“I thought I hated you,” I whispered weakly.
His arms tightened around me.
“Don’t you dare die.”
But it was already too late.
Darkness took me.
The Awakening
I wasn’t alone in the dark.
Finally, Nyx whispered.
Her voice was stronger now.
Closer. You’re mine now.
I gasped as I woke.
Air flooded my lungs.
Ronan was there, holding me like I’d disappear.
“You came back,” I whispered.
His eyes burned into mine.
“I’ll always come back.”
But something felt… wrong.
Different.
Stronger.
Darker. And deep inside me—
Nyx smiled.
