Novels by ZAMORA_HH

BlaireThe morning air was cold and sharp, biting through the thin fabric of Fredrick’s shirt that I still wore. It smelled like him — cedar and smoke — a comfort I didn’t want to let go of. But comfort wasn’t something we could afford now. Not with Jacob closing in.Fredrick’s words from the night before still echoed in my mind. He trusted me. Finally, fully. But trust didn’t mean he wasn’t still scared for me.I wasn’t scared, though. Not anymore.I’d spent too many years under my father’s shadow. Too many nights wondering what freedom would feel like. Now that I had it — now that I had Fredrick and this pack — I’d die before I let Jacob take it from me.The sun barely peeked over the treetops when the pack gathered in the clearing. Fredrick stood at the center, his brothers flanking him like a wall of muscle and loyalty. I took my place beside him, lifting my chin as the wolves turned their eyes to us.They didn’t look at me with doubt anymore. Not after the way I stood beside Fred

FredrickThe moon was still high when I woke, though dawn wasn’t far off. Sleep had been impossible after Selene’s warning. My mind churned with plans and possibilities, each more dangerous than the last.I slipped from the bed carefully, not wanting to wake Blaire. She stirred anyway, her body curling instinctively toward the warmth I left behind. Even in sleep, she sought me. The thought stirred something deep in my chest — a fierce, protective ache.I leaned down, brushing a kiss to her temple. “Rest, Blaire,” I murmured. “I’ll handle this.”I wasn’t sure if I was reassuring her or myself.The house was silent as I moved through it. My brothers were already awake, gathered around the long wooden table in the main room. Orion leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his expression grim. Caspian stared into his untouched mug of coffee like it might give him answers. Tony paced restlessly, his jaw tight.They all looked up when I entered.“We’ve got trouble,” Tony said without preamble.

BlaireThe moment the unfamiliar howl pierced the night, the warmth of the fire and the laughter around us died. The air shifted — the comforting scents of smoke and food were drowned out by something sharper. Something wrong.Fredrick was on his feet in an instant, his body tense, his eyes flashing silver as his wolf stirred beneath his skin. His hand lingered on my arm for a moment, grounding me, before he stepped forward. The pack fell silent, waiting.Another howl echoed, closer this time.I stood slowly, heart pounding. A cold weight settled in my stomach. This wasn’t a stray wolf or a lost traveler. This was a message.Fredrick’s voice was low, steady. “Orion, Caspian — perimeter. Now.”His brothers didn’t hesitate, disappearing into the shadows without a sound. The rest of the pack stirred uneasily, some rising to their feet, others lowering their heads, ears pinned back in submission.I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “Fredrick… do you think it’s him?”Jacob. My father.Fredric

FredrickThe sun hung low in the sky, casting warm amber streaks over the clearing as the pack worked. The air smelled of sawdust, smoke, and sweat — but beneath it all was something else. Determination. Hope.My muscles ached, and my body screamed for rest, but I couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop. Not until every broken wall was mended and every last wolf had a roof over their head.This wasn’t just about rebuilding our home. It was about proving that we weren’t broken. That Jacob Ashbourne’s attack hadn’t shattered us.We were still standing — and stronger than before.I leaned against the frame of what used to be our meeting hall, now little more than charred beams and splintered wood. Caspian and Tony argued nearby over the best way to brace the new supports. Their voices blended into the background hum of the pack’s work.My brothers were loud, stubborn, and exhausting — but damn if I wasn’t grateful for them.“Fred!” Orion’s voice cut through the noise. I turned to see him jogging to

BlaireThe morning after the battle felt surreal. The smell of ash still lingered in the air, blending with the rich scent of pine and earth. The forest was quiet, as though the world itself held its breath, waiting to see what we’d do next.I woke to the sound of hammering — rhythmic, steady, and persistent. Fredrick’s side of the bed was cold, but his scent clung to the blankets, comforting me.For a moment, I wanted to bury myself back under the covers and pretend nothing had changed. That the battle hadn’t happened. That my father wasn’t gone.But that wasn’t who I was anymore.I wasn’t the scared girl who ran from her fate. I was Luna of this pack now — and they needed me.I got dressed quickly, opting for simple clothes that wouldn’t get in the way. The mirror caught my eye as I passed it. My reflection stared back, different than I remembered. My once-soft features were sharper and stronger. My vivid emerald eyes — the mark of my wolf — seemed to glow even in the daylight.I di

BlaireThe battlefield was eerily quiet now. The only sounds left were the rustling of the wind through the trees and the distant howls of the retreating rogues. The moon, once a beacon of strength, now felt cold and distant, casting its pale light over the fallen.My father’s body lay motionless where Fredrick left him. His once-powerful form looked smaller now, lifeless and still.I stared at him for a long moment, my chest tightening in ways I couldn’t quite explain. I didn’t feel sadness — not exactly. It was something more complicated. He had been cruel, manipulative, and controlling, but he was still my father.A part of me — the part that still remembered being a little girl who wanted her daddy’s approval — grieved for what could have been. For what we never had.Fredrick’s hand found mine, his warmth anchoring me to the present. His skin was streaked with dirt and blood, his silver eyes searching mine with a quiet, unspoken question.“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice low