Lucy Drew faced a turning point, as she prepared to accept her nature. But when her expected powers don’t appear on her twentieth birthday, everything she believed crumbles. Rejected by her mate, Prince Geoffrey, and betrayed by her best friend Laura, Lucy is forced into the wild, where surviving is her only choice. When her family seeks safety with the ruthless Bloodwood Pack, led by the mysterious and cursed Alpha, Karl Bloodwood, Lucy gets caught in a mix of secrets and risks. As her relationship with Karl grows stronger, so does the threat of an old curse that endangers his life and affects their new bond. Stories of previous partners who met a terrible end trouble Lucy as she struggles with her new power and the scary idea that her fate might be linked to a darkness she never expected. With dangerous enemies hiding in the dark and betrayal always just a moment away, Lucy faces a tough challenge. Can she find out what is going on in time to prevent history from repeating itself? Or will the love that is destined for her and her partner become a painful sacrifice to an ancient curse that demands blood? Join Lucy on this exciting journey filled with unexpected betrayals, inner strength, and a love that is not allowed. In this story, the difference between love and danger becomes less clear with every thrilling surprise that happens...
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The wind screamed through the open area on Raven’s Peak, a spot known for old ceremonies and the core of the Stormclaw pack’s customs. Lucy’s hands shook as she stood with her heart in her throat. “Priestess Tarot,” she asked with her voice,shaky “It worked, right? You felt something didn’t you?” She looked at the priestess while hoping for comfort. Tarot looked at Lucy without wavering but the silence was thick. “Lucy, my dear…” she started, but Lucy interrupted her. “I feel nothing.” she insisted with worry creeping under her skin. “Not yet. The others said they felt it on their fifteenth birthdays but I... I...” Ian and Nina Drew Lucy's mom and dad looked at each other with worry on their faces. Alpha Stormclaw stood nearby serious but uneasy. Lucy's heart was pounding. They should have been happy. Instead fear felt heavy in her stomach. “Lucy, take a breath.” her mom said while moving nearer. “You still have time. Sometimes… it just takes a bit more time.” “A little longer?” Lucy repeated with her voice full of disbelief. “I’m twenty today! Why hasn’t my wolf shown up? Why am I still just...me?” The elders of the pack—looking serious and worn from time—fidgeted. Marcus, the oldest man full of stories, gave a slow nod to Tarot. It was something Lucy wished she hadn’t noticed. “What’s going on? What’s the problem?” she asked while looking at their faces for a clue and an answer. She felt like the world was falling apart under her. Her eyes raced around while searching for something , anything —but all she found was sadness. Tarot took a deep breath. “There could be reasons—” “Reasons?” Lucy cut in her voice getting louder. “Like what?” The panic weighed heavily on her. It was more than just fear, it was panic and a strong need to speak out. At that moment the truth flowed from the priestess’s mouth like fallen leaves. Lucy noticed the looks they shared with her mother’s tense jaw and her father’s worried brow. It was obvious they were hiding something under a mask of comfort. “Lucy...” Ian began but she interrupted him and stepped back. “I don’t want to hear any more lies!” she shouted with her voice breaking. She held back tears as feelings of despair filled her heart. “Why me? Why can’t I just find my wolf? All my friends are with theirs and here I am… an adult with no sign of my wolf.” “Lucy, please,” Nina said gently while reaching out. “You’re not by yourself. A lot of us took time to find our wolves. Just… just be patient.” “Time?” Lucy said sharply with her anger mixed with sadness. “Is that meant to make me feel better? I’m twenty! What if I never find her? I can’t… I can’t handle this! This should be special and I’m just… shattered!” Her voice trembled and she hugged herself tightly as if protecting against unseen hits. “Hey, sweetheart,” Ian said softly but firmly, “you’re not broken. You just need to have faith.” “I don’t want to believe it!” she yelled with her voice bouncing off the stones. With every word, her heart beat faster, with a deep pain rising in her chest. “What if I never find my wolf? Am I not good enough to be Luna? Am I just going to be some kind of… outcast?” “She’s correct.” Silas, one of the elders, finally said. “This situation is strange. It has happened before but we don’t get it. We don’t have all the answers.” The words hurt her a lot. “But this was supposed to be my day! My birthday! The day I find…find my Wolf!” Tears ran down her face. “I should be having fun! I shouldn’t be here feeling lost and confused!” A thick silence settled over the group like fog. The elders looked on with understanding showing their feelings of regret. Lucy's heart raced wildly and panic began to grow. “I can’t do this,” she said softly with her courage slipping away. “I can’t stay here.” Without saying anything Lucy quickly turned and ran away from them while feeling their stares hitting her back like arrows. “Lucy!” Ian shouted. “Lucy, wait!” But she was already running faster, like a lightning bolt on the path, as her strong feelings almost took over. Panic pushed her feet forward as she ran through the trees with the branches scratching her skin but she kept going. Her heart beat wildly like a drum with her uneven breath. She had to get away, she had to escape their pity and her sadness. “Lucy come back!” Her dad’s voice was getting quieter behind her along with her mom’s cries. But she couldn’t go back. Not now. The trees turned into a blur as she ran further into the woods with her eyes filled with tears. She tripped over tree roots with her mind a mess of worries and thoughts... She was meant to be tough but now she felt weak and unimportant. Every step moved her further from the love of her family and friends taking away the security they provided. Finally falling to the cool ground beneath her Lucy struggled to breathe with her body shaking with sobs. She covered her face with her hands with tears soaking her palms. At twenty she was still a girl without a wolf—a girl lost in a world that was supposed to give her so much. The truth hurt her more than any thorn. “This isn't right,” she quietly said to the trees around her, with the stillness making her sadness stronger. “I was meant to find my wolf when I turned fifteen. Everyone was waiting for it. They all depended on me.” The shame felt heavy on her chest. What did they think of her now? Would she ever be seen as good enough for Prince Geoffrey? The idea hurt more than anything. Would he be stuck with a fate he didn't want because she couldn’t figure out her own? She looked up at the sky, which was colored with fading light, while hoping for the impossible—hoping for magic, for signs,s, for anything to show her she wouldn’t be lost forever. And there it was Geoffrey. Thinking of him Lucy felt a little warmth in the coldness of her heart. Geoffrey—the good-looking prince with a smile that lifted her spirit. Would he still love her if she never became the Luna everyone wanted her to be? She got up from the ground while wiping her tears away with tough hands. She had to find him more than anything. She wanted to see him and to feel their connection. She needed to hear what he thought about all of this. She stood up and took a deep breath and tried to push away her sadness. With every step she took, she thought about the bond they shared—the unseen link that kept their hearts close even though they were far apart. Lucy started to walk with her heart guiding her through the woods. As she thought about Geoffrey, she followed their connection, their mate bond, a light that pulled her away from sadness. An unseen guide led her with a promise she held onto. If their bond felt stronger with each step maybe their future wasn't decided yet. After a while, she climbed up a small hill with her heart beating fast as she got closer to the open space below. When she got to the top she looked down at the familiar person standing under the trees. It was him—Prince Geoffrey who represented all the best things in her life. But when Lucy moved closer her feet got stuck to the ground. She was shocked and couldn't breathe. Geoffrey wasn't by himself. He was with another girl with her arms around him as they shared gentle kisses in the darkened clearing…!The battle had ended, but the war was far from over. Lucy could still hear the echoes of steel clashing, the snarls of dying rogues, the wet thud of bodies hitting the blood-soaked ground. The scent of smoke and death clung to her like a second skin as she followed Karl through the dense forest, their steps silent, their movements tense. The night pressed in around them, the trees stretching high, their twisted branches clawing at the sky. The reinforcements had arrived, forcing the remaining rogues to retreat, but Lucy knew better than to assume they were safe. Something felt off. Karl moved like a shadow beside her, his body no longer weakened by the wounds that should have killed him. The memory of what had happened still sent a chill down her spine. She had healed him. She didn’t know how or why, but the truth was undeniable. And Karl had felt it too. She stole a glance at him. He was quiet, his face unreadable, but his fingers flexed at his sides, his claws just barely ext
The battlefield was chaos.The air reeked of blood and death, the metallic clang of swords clashing ringing through the night. Snarls and howls filled the air as warriors fought desperately to hold the line.But none of it mattered to Lucy.Not when she saw Kale drop.“Kale!” she screamed, her heart lurching as he fell to one knee.His sword slipped from his grasp, embedding itself into the mud. His broad chest rose and fell in ragged gasps, blood soaking his tunic. Deep, brutal gashes tore across his side, his once-powerful form sagging under the weight of his injuries.Lucy sprinted toward him, her breath coming fast.No, no, no.Kale never fell. He was the Beast Alpha—unbreakable, unstoppable. Seeing him like this was **wrong**.She skidded to her knees beside him, pressing trembling hands against his wounds. Blood gushed through her fingers, hot and sticky.“Kale, look at me,” she said urgently.His silver eyes flickered open, unfocused. His face was pale, sweat beading along his
Karl’s fists clenched at his sides, his body rigid with tension. The moment Lucy finished telling him what Mira had said, he turned away, his breath sharp, controlled—but barely. The veins in his arms bulged as he fought for control.“You went after her alone?” His voice was dangerously quiet, but Lucy heard the fury simmering beneath the surface.She didn’t flinch. “I had to. I needed answers.”Karl turned back, his silver eyes flashing. “And what if she’d killed you, Lucy? What then?”Lucy stepped closer, ignoring the raw anger in his gaze. “She didn’t. And now we know the truth.”Karl exhaled hard, raking a hand through his hair. “The Blood Moon,” he muttered, pacing. “Of course, it had to be the damn Blood Moon.”Lucy’s heart pounded. “Is it true?”He stopped, shoulders tense. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “The curse was cast generations ago. My father spent years searching for a way to break it, but he never found anything. If completing the mate bond during the Blood Moon is the
Lucy’s heartbeat pounded in her ears as she moved swiftly through the dim corridors of the packhouse. Mira had escaped once, slipping through their fingers like a ghost in the night. But she wouldn’t get a second chance.Word had spread through the pack like wildfire—Karl’s trusted advisor had been a traitor all along, feeding information to Geoffrey and plotting their downfall. Now, the pack was on high alert, every warrior under strict orders to hunt Mira down.Lucy had barely slept, the weight of everything pressing down on her. But when she overheard the whispered reports from the patrol guards—Mira had been spotted near the war room—she knew this was her moment.This time, they would not let her slip away.She rounded a corner and nearly collided with General Axton, who was striding toward the war room with purpose. His face was carved from stone, his sharp gaze unreadable.“She’s inside,” he muttered.Lucy nodded, her pulse quickening. Axton pushed the heavy doors open without h
The tension in the air was a silent scream. Lucy sat in the dimly lit corner of Conan’s office, her fingers tracing the edge of the worn map spread across the table. The evidence Conan had uncovered lay scattered before her—letters, coded messages, and a list of names. The realization had hit her like a cold slap: someone within the Bloodmoon Pack was feeding information to Geoffrey.Conan leaned against the desk, his expression grave. “It’s more than just suspicions, Lucy. These messages didn’t come from outside the pack. The spy is one of ours.”Lucy’s stomach churned. She picked up a letter, her eyes scanning the cryptic handwriting. “Do you think Karl knows?”Conan’s lips pressed into a thin line. “If he does, he hasn’t shared it. But this isn’t just about Karl. This is about all of us. If Geoffrey has a foothold here, we’re exposed.”The weight of the revelation crushed her chest. The spy could be anyone—someone Karl trusted, someone close to him. Her mind raced, faces flashing i
The night was thick with unease, the silence in Lucy’s room broken only by the soft rustle of the wind outside. She lay on the bed, her limbs heavy with exhaustion, but sleep was elusive. The vision of the blood moon ritual replayed in her mind like a haunting melody.In the dream, she had stood side by side with Karl, flames licking the ground at their feet. The air had been alive with power, and the sky was painted red, the blood moon casting an eerie glow over them. Karl’s eyes had burned with determination, but it was her own reflection that unsettled her the most. She hadn’t looked afraid. She had looked... powerful.Lucy jolted upright, her chest heaving. The vividness of the dream left a residue of dread in her veins. She pressed a hand to her forehead, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside her.A knock at the door broke her spiraling thoughts. Before she could respond, Karl stepped in, his presence filling the small room. His gray eyes found hers immediately, an
The morning air was heavy with tension as Lucy stepped into the training grounds. Eyes followed her every move, some filled with curiosity, others with open hostility. She had felt the shift in the pack ever since the night of her outburst. The bond between her and Karl, once a quiet hum beneath the surface, now blazed like wildfire, and the pack had noticed.A group of warriors stood near the sparring ring, their murmurs just loud enough for her to catch fragments.“She’s not one of us.”“She’s dangerous. Did you see what she did to Logan?”“Alpha Karl’s making a mistake.”Lucy clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms. The weight of their distrust pressed down on her, but she refused to show weakness. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.As she approached the ring for her scheduled practice, Logan—the warrior she had unintentionally injured during their last session—stepped forward. His gaze was sharp, his stance rigid. The wound on his arm, still healing, was a remind
The training ground was silent except for the faint rustle of leaves in the night breeze. Lucy sat on a low bench, her chest rising and falling heavily as she wiped the sweat from her brow. Her hand throbbed from the deep gash she’d earned during combat practice, a careless mistake in an otherwise brutal session.Karl stood a few feet away, his eyes narrowed as he assessed her injury. Despite his usual stoic demeanor, something flickered in his expression—a mixture of frustration and concern.“You’re pushing too hard,” he muttered, crouching in front of her. His voice was low but firm.Lucy straightened, unwilling to let him see her falter. “I can handle it.”Karl shook his head, already reaching for the medical kit on the nearby bench. “Clearly not. You’re bleeding.”She winced as he took her hand, the sharp sting of the cut flaring under his touch. His movements were precise but uncharacteristically gentle. The contrast was startling; this man, who had spent so much of his life buil
Lucy sat at the edge of her bed, the parchment spread out before her. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows across the cryptic symbols and hastily scrawled notes. Her heart pounded as she pieced together the fragments of the message they had decoded. Each word hinted at something dark and forbidden—a ritual that could break Karl’s curse. Or condemn him forever.Conan paced behind her, his boots thudding softly against the wooden floor. “This isn’t something we can just walk into, Lucy. Rituals tied to the blood moon aren’t just risky—they’re catastrophic if done wrong.”Lucy traced her fingers over the faded ink, her jaw tightening. “But it’s possible, isn’t it? If this ritual can free him—”“And if it doesn’t?” Conan interrupted, his voice sharp. “We don’t know enough about this. The blood moon’s power is unstable. You could make things worse.”She pushed the parchment aside, standing to face him. “Worse than being bound to a curse that’s killing him? I can’t just sit by and wat
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