Novels by Be Noni

My confusion must have been evident on my face because Diva chuckled softly. "I understand your surprise, child. It's quite a sight, isn't it?""Quite a sight," I stammered, "and a little… unexpected. I never even knew this pack existed."Diva's smile widened. "That's not surprising, dear. Our existence has been a closely guarded secret for millennia. Only the Alphas and Betas of other packs are privy to this knowledge."A spark of amusement ignited within me. "So you're telling me, there's a whole secret pack of super werewolves hiding in the shadows, stronger, faster, better than everyone else?"Diva's smile faltered slightly, replaced by a hint of sadness. "Not exactly, Emily. It's not about being better. We are the first pack, the original ones. We predate the existence of Silverclaws, Darkcreeds, all of them."The absurdity of it all threatened to overwhelm me. Secret werewolves older than anything I had ever known? It sounded like something out of a fantastical bedtime story."I

Emily's POVThe Moon Shadow pack was everything the Silver pack wasn't. Here, amidst the towering pines, a sense of peace pervaded. No tense greetings, no sneering glances, just a quiet acceptance that felt impossibly foreign.Yet, despite the change in scenery, a part of me remained firmly rooted in fear. The memory of bitter warriors and icy stares still lingered, making it hard to fully relax. I accepted their food, their clothes, their shelter – all offered with an unusual gentleness. Elara, the silver-haired warrior who seemed to hold a position of authority, had shown me to a comfortable shed nestled within the mountainside. The soft fur lining the floor offered a welcome haven, a stark contrast to the cold stone cave I had shared with my father.But even here, in this feeling of calm, I couldn't escape the feeling of loss. My father, my brother– all memories now etched in the halls of my past. The life I knew, the one where laughter mingled with the howl of wolves echoed throu

The air hung heavy in the Alpha's office as George and Arizona, the leader of the Silverclaw's elite warriors, stood before Asher. The tension was heavy, a storm brewing beneath the surface."Speak," Asher growled, his voice laced with a barely concealed fury. Report had come in earlier but no prisoner in sight.Ari, her gaze unflinching, met his with clear defiance. "We haven't found Emily Skywalker," she began, her voice clear. "There were signs of a struggle in the forest near the East border but no traces of her."Asher slammed his fist on the table, the sound echoing through the room. "No trace? What use are you if you can't even find a rogue pup?" His eyes blazed with anger, his frustration evident.Ari's jaw clenched, but she held her ground. "We did encounter unexpected interference in our course of capturing her," she stated, her voice unwavering.Before she could elaborate, George stepped forward, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the rising tension. "Let's hear the full

Three days. Three agonizing days I've spent with my father holed up in the cramped cave, our once vibrant lives reduced to a desperate struggle for survival. The forest, once a source of peace and tranquility, now felt like a prison, every rustle and chirping of birds amplified the fear in me.I had long lost hope but Dad felt like something was going to happen, the hope he had clung to, was starting to flicker and fade. The weight of our predicament pressed heavily on me. I missed the warmth of a bed, I missed being in a pack, the camaraderie, the feeling of belonging. Now, we were rogues, hunted fugitives living in fear and uncertainty.But everything has worsened in the past few days, something had taken a toll on Dad, more so than I had initially realized. The lines on his face seemed deeper, his once vibrant eyes dull with fatigue. Most alarmingly, streaks of silver were rapidly replacing the dark brown of his hair, an unsettling sign of accelerated aging.I woke up this morning

Emily's POVThe branches crunched beneath Dad's paws as he ran farther away from Silver Pack's warriors. Exhaustion weighed heavy on his body, but he wouldn't let me get down, I could feel through his fur how tense his muscles were. I would have normally insisted on getting off but fear struck deep in my bones, and left my mouth shut. I had become a rogue and for Dad, something tells me he had become one too.The memory of Jasper's lifeless body, crumpled against the wall, sent a fresh wave of nausea crashing over me, it was the only thing I could think of. He had taken care of me since day one, always had my back regardless of the situation, if I was at fault or not, and now it finally got to him. His death felt like a personal betrayal, adding to the weight of grief and confusion that weighed heavily on me. I tightly held onto Dad, I was scared that if I let loose a little bit then he'll be gone too.There was a secluded cave, its entrance hidden behind a curtain of thick vines.

Asher's POVFor the past four years, I've dreamt of doing this.For the past four years, I've dreamt of killing the warlock that killed my mate. I have envisaged it uncountable times of how his head will roll.I've waited long enough, and finally. I've been waiting silently but to think I wouldn't be as happy as I imagined meeting him would be.I finally met her killer but it wasn't a warlock, just another werewolf that can't even be considered to be on par with me. They fooled me, they used me to eradicate a race. I wouldn't forgive them."Who did you say you killed?" I would love to convince myself I didn't hear properly.Lukas, Emily's father stepped forward, his voice strained. "Asher, listen to me. We didn't…"But before he could finish, I lunged. My vision was clearly blinded by anger, a grey wolf jumped in front of me in a pathetic attempt to stop me. I didn't have time for this.A horrifying scream ripped through the air as my wolf slammed the tiny wolf against the wall. The s