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Reckoning of the purple moon SACRIFICIAL GAMBIT
POV: JennaDarrel's unwavering concentration on clearing Ivory eroded my position in the pack with every day that went by. The respect was vanishing from the air, my power disintegrating like a lost artifact. I could almost taste it.The more strongly I objected, the more determined Darrel was in his fixation and completely unaware of the impending disaster. Did he not see the destruction his careless quest for "truth" may cause?I was the future Luna, his partner and mate. But he ignored my advice as readily as he would have brushed away dust. I was deeply burned by the emasculation and disdain.In one terrible fell swoop, generations of efforts to preserve order may collapse if his work went unchecked. It was too late not to act decisively.Trying to reason and beg got me nowhere. Maybe Darrel needed a stronger hand to save himself and keep the ranks together. Breathed steadily, I decided and got my plans started.First, a covert rendezvous with Hardin, the one person who could mak
Reckoning of the purple moon VEILED SECRETS
POV: Mia.Watching my closest friend Ivory gradually become enmeshed in the seemingly never-ending inquiry into her history was like watching her sink in pain. Every insight just served to drive her farther into the gloomy depths of hopelessness, not to offer clarity.Her lovely features were marked by the toll: her cheeks hollowed from hunger, her eyes smeared purple. Her normally vivacious personality grew less and less each day.She had slipped totally out of my grasp, so I realized I had to act. It was time to pay it forward. Ivory had been my lifeline throughout my own worst moments.Once inside her little cabin, I saw her bent over the old desk, her forehead furrowed as she worked through a never-ending pile of papers and notes. She was so focused in her search that she didn't notice me right away.I said, "Working yourself into an early grave," and settled down on the worn couch. Ivory gasped, staring owlishly, then sank her shoulders in surrender. Well. You are it."Don't so
Reckoning of the purple moon VEILED VENGEANCE
POV: Callum Wells.Years passed as the itch progressively turned into an unquenchable thirst that ate up all of my conscious thoughts. It had come time at last to quench that nagging desire for retribution.I felt both twisted delight and white-hot wrath watching from the shadows as Ivory Wells resolutely revealed the dirty truth about her exile from the pack. It was disgusting to see her slink about, always the victim, and not see her responsibility. Had I only had her banished rather than put to death all those years ago, she ought to have been thanking me. Naturally, though, Ivory never knew when to restrain her conceit or blustery pride.Ultimately, her stubborn blindness was what started the catastrophic events of seven years ago and brought such disastrous results tumbling down on her. Now, as she laboriously sought the last shards of the truth, I would be waiting to force her to face her biggest transgression.It had all begun with the tiniest crack in our family relationship
Reckoning of the purple moon SHATTERED CERTAINTIES
POV: Ivory Wells.My mind hammered, the continuous pounding beating time with the bouncing ideas that would not let me have a moment of quiet. After yet another night of idly staring at the disorganized papers and files strewn across my desk, bone-deep fatigue bit me.I knew the solutions were buried in those damning papers, the jigsaw pieces that would at last bring the whole picture into clarity. However I organized the truth's pieces, important pieces were always absent, the whole picture permanently hidden.A shocking insight struck me like a stray wave on the shore, just as I thought my stupid pride and stubbornness would make me oblivious to what was in front of me. I had assumed for all of this time that Darrel Williams was entirely responsible for what had happened to me when I was banished from the pack. I had without a second thought thrown my suffering, my exile, my entire reason for being in the ordinary world squarely on his shoulders.What if, though, I had been seein
Reckoning of the purple moon TANGLED DECEPTION
POV: Darrell Willams.With deadly accuracy, the blade whistled past my ear, a metal haze cutting through the quiet of the night. Throwing myself into a forward roll, instinct took over and the knife's sharp edge found grip in the tree trunk inches from where my head had been.I looked frantically around the treeline, chest heaving, for the would-be killer. But the woodland remained a spooky haven of darkness and quiet, the only sound coming through the emptiness was my labored breathing.Pulling the knife carefully out of the bark, I looked at the workmanship with disinterested bewilderment. This wasn't just any steel; it was a ceremonial hunting sword made of silver bolstered with wolf's bane that could stop even an alpha's quick healing.That could only indicate that my unidentified attacker came from among our species.More than any weapon, the realization froze me to the bone. Though it seemed some of my reliable inner circle wanted those secrets forever buried, I had long felt th
Reckoning of the purple moon EMBERS OF REVELATION
POV: Jeremy Willams.I was hammering through the forest, my breath coming out in jerky gasps and every nerve-ending tingling with that familiar rush of adrenaline and danger just out of sight. But under the shaded trees this time, there was no innocent game of hide-and-seek. There were answers to the most basic questions about my very existence calling from the other side of this dreadfully serious quest.Just enough phantom light to guide me to the remote cabin came from lunar wisps that seeped through the canopy. My sanctuary, or rather, our sanctuary right now. Though the task tonight was serious, the illicit joy that came with that secret acknowledgment made my pulse thump.Finally, the modest farm emerged from the shadows, its windows beaming with a warm welcome. I eased to a comfortable pace and took the time to just take in the feeling of community that came from that little home.How odd to consider that the sight of a straightforward wood and glass construction could arouse s
Reckoning of the purple moon SHADOWS OF DECEIT
POV: Jenna.The strands were coming apart at a startling rate, and no matter how firmly I held onto them, my control was eroding like sand through closed fingers. Managing events from the shadows until Darrel's obsession with Ivory Wells burnt out was supposed to be the easy part. Then he would come back to my side, determined only to maintain the strength of the Ludderton pack and secure my place as his Luna.But I'd gotten lost along the endless bramble-lined trail. Become caught up in the very webs of lies and betrayal I had so deftly woven to maintain the natural order of our lives. Now, everything I'd planned for was perilously close to collapse, and instead of relishing the delicious nectar of success, I was choking on the harsh ashes of shame and defeat. It had begun gradually, like the unnoticed jerks of a lady waking up from feverish dreams into the chilly light of day. Little clues that the steadfast Alpha I'd wooed was becoming less and less connected to the tortured soul
Reckoning of the purple moon SACRIFICIAL PAWN
POV: Mia.Unseasonably cold night air made the delicate hairs on my nape bristle with dread. Maybe all it was, was the approaching change of seasons, a subtle psychological deception. Perhaps my subconscious had already realized that treachery and deceit were waiting just over the horizon, trailing spectral warning tendrils in their wake.For whatever reason, instincts blazing like synapses in an electrical storm, I stopped on the wooded trail that led back to my little flat. Something was wrong, thrown out of the natural order of things in a way that sounded discordant notes across my entire existence.Breaths came in shallowly and I looked around me intently. In some way, the silence was heavier, with a nasty watchfulness prickling my nerve endings. It was as though the trees themselves were mute witnesses, leaning in a conspiratorial silence.Grasp yourself, Mia. Just from hearing too many of Ivory's delusional beliefs about old grudges and persistent dangers, you're scared.I push
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