And the first book is complete! The sequel, titled 'RISE OF THE ROGUE LUNA', is currently being written and will be released (hopefully) in the first week of August 2023. I really hope you enjoyed reading this far. And if you've come so far, I request you to drop a review or a comment about your thoughts on the next book.
If she knew before that this day was going to be her last, she would have appreciated her last moments with her mate a little more. She could not remember the last words she said to him but she remembered what she felt just right. Embraced in his arms, huddling against the warmth of the burning wood—she remembered she was happy. Happier than she had ever been. She didn't remember telling him how she felt, maybe she did not because she was too involved in enjoying the moment. She remembered the way his eyes glistened against the fire, holding hers—his scent, calming in a way and at the
"Psst. Nessa? Ness! You shouldn't be staring at him," Riley, my bench mate tells me in a rushed whisper, trying but failing to be discreet. Her thick brows are raised and knitted together, even though her eyes look straight ahead at Mrs. Robinson — our biology teacher — who is blabbering about frogs. Ew She places her hand over mine, trying to grab my attention. But I ignore her. Despite her continued whispered warnings, I don’t take my eyes away from him. I want to, but I just can’t. Not today. I don’t see it, but I know Riley's bulbous eyes are widening as her voice grows restless. She sounds surprised. Riley isn’t a friend — even though we sit together in every class we share and she hangs out with me and my boyfriend, Niall. I can’t label her as an enemy either. She’s just a human cousin that I have to tolerate since we were born in the same year on the same island, Bellpond, which is isolated from the mainland by a long, wide bridge. "Why are you staring at him?" she asks
I curse under my breath and close my eyes, attempting to calm my erratically beating heart that threatens to burst out of my ribcage. I huff, fixating my eyes on the lean figure of my teacher, pacing back and forth along the length of the classroom. The words coming out of her mouth fail to register in my mind, despite all my efforts to comprehend her simple speech. I can feel Jordan's eyes burning into my back. If only I knew what was going on inside his mind. Does he think of me as a creep? Oh, no. As I begin thinking it's impossible not to dwell on what just happened, my mind eases, finally absorbing Mrs. Robinson's words and starting to numb. I let out a yawn and lean forward, resting my lower arms on the cool surface of the desk. I'm ready—any second—to sleep right there. But then the bell rings, and Mrs. Robinson finally seals her lips, leaving the class after one disapproving glance at me. Riley snickers, gathering her bushy hair into a large ponytail. "How long are you goin
My family are the betas of the pack, which means my life is better than the omegas and less stressful than the alphas. When I was young, my grandma would tell me tales of when she was young—of how the pack lived together in one place, a big pack house. The harmony and peace that existed, but she would also soon shift to talks of fights and bloodshed, and that was my cue to pretend I had fallen asleep. My grandma doesn't like how the modern world has changed the ways of how packs work, even though the Silver Crescents never fail to celebrate our pack event every month. We gather in the holy temple of the luna, sing, and eat together, as discreetly as possible. The sun is high up in the sky, blazing down at me. It's a good day, I try to convince myself, pretending to think that the incident in the classroom never happened. The waves rise high and crash onto the irregular rock bed and sandy shores. The sight makes me want to draw out my surfboard and spend hours in the sea. But that's ba
The tree branches are mostly bare. Even as Cole and I hike through the woods, stepping carefully on the stony ground underneath, dry leaves descend from above on us. It never snows in Bellpond, but winter always graces the island. As the cold wind sweeps past us, I see Cole shudder. The temperature has dropped suddenly, and he has declined wearing a jacket even though I advised him to. I offer him my jacket, knowing that my body is naturally adapted to the climate, but he declines politely. "How further is it?" Cole asks me, rubbing his palms together. Under his feet, a dry twig crunches. "I didn't think it would get this cold." "I did tell you it would. Are you sure you don't want the jacket?" "Hmm, yes," he claims through chattering teeth. "We're almost there," I assure him and hear a sigh from behind. After a few more steps, the naked trees surrounding us clear up, and the temple we're looking for comes into view. I'm always mesmerized by its humble beauty. I know that I alwa
The breeze from the sea is warmer on my face. I step back, further away from the water, and Jordan follows my trail until I stop and turn around to face him, my face underlined with concern. "Is everything alright?" I ask. "Yeah. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for the way I behaved earlier," Jordan mumbles, earning a long look from me. I want an explanation, and good for me, he gives me one. "It's just that—I was shocked, okay? You're a crescent." His eyes are unsettling, darting left and right. One of his hands reaches up and scratches the scar on his left brow. "So? What does it have to do with whatever I said?" My voice is sharp in the dark of night. I fold my arms, leaning my body weight more on my left leg as my neck cranes to look at him. He looks down at me, pulling up a defensive face. "I didn't expect it. We're rivals, right?" "I don't know, you tell me," I challenge him, leaning forward. "Are we?" For some reason, I don't understand, my words make him laugh. It's a
My path ahead is foggy; the morning air is cold and harsh on my face. I should've carried a scarf, I realize too late. The street is covered with dried leaves, rising in the air with every swoosh of wind that strikes them, only to drop lifeless back on the wet ground beneath. On either side, the naked branches of wide trees look down upon me. The scenery isn't exactly encouraging. In fact, it does all it can to dampen my mood, but I, the beta werewolf, continue on, rubbing my palms together and huffing air. Niall lives in a cottage house. His mother loves plants—more than she loves her only son, I believe, and the front-yard garden does not shy away from the fact. Green floods my vision, brown, red, and yellow sprinkled here and there. Winter hasn't touched those potted plants yet. I tear a bunch of leaves from one of the pots on my way to the door—a habit I cannot get rid of—and ring the bell. As I wait for the door to open, I wonder what had come over me the previous night. Nial
Even with the strength of thirty young people, it takes us hours to make the Westside beach look clean. More of us spend our time talking and bonding than doing any actual work, but I cannot complain. After all, it's one of our aims: to get the two packs together. The sun is right above my head, sending trickles of sweat down the sides of my forehead. I fill the last of empty plastic bottles and such I can spot into a black trash bag. I wipe the beads of sweat on my forehead with the back of my hand and approach a group of girls standing close by. My legs have become stiff. I like the sand, but walking on it is another matter. "Thank you for being here, girls. It means a lot," I say with a genuine smile, wiping the sand from my hands on my jeans. "Oh, Nessa," a girl named Emily waves her hand. "I couldn't have thought of a better way to spend my Sunday morning." She wears a smile on her freckled face, but I'm not sure if it's as genuine as my own. They stride off, the exposed skin
*Five weeks later* Nessa woke up to a start, gasping for air. Her fists clenched the bedsheets in a poor attempt to calm herself. A moment ago, she was falling from an enormous cliff into an abyss, but that was just another nightmare. She had woken up to a reality that was far more miserable. Perspiration lined her body and her arm was bleeding again, the blood soaking into her white bed sheets. She ripped the useless bandage apart and gave the bullet wound a brief look before getting up. Outside, the world was still enveloped in darkness. Bellpond was quieter now than it had been before and one could smell the despair with every breath. Nessa found remnants of the herbs in one of the chest drawers. Hastily, she rubbed it over the wound. A hiss left her lips as the wound sealed itself, burning as if in contact with acid. There was no more left. That meant she'd need to see that wretched hybrid once more. Pulling a hoodie over her head, Nessa jumped out of the window and lande
“Thought you weren’t ready to kill her. Like ever,” Carol confesses in a mocking tone. Cole regards her for a moment. “You want me to be honest? I’m not. Look at that face,” he says, pointing at Nessa with the sharp end of the stake. “If she’d sided with us, we could’ve made a great team. Too bad I never asked her.” Carol rolls her eyes and looks behind her, a frown starting to form on her face. “Where are Megan and Dan?” “Guarding the cave entrance.” “They don’t need to guard it,” she hisses. “My spell will keep it sealed.” He gives her a wide smile that is in all ways fake. “They might be screwing each other for all I care.” Carol crosses her arms, taking a step forward. “They should be here for the big end.” “Darling, this is only a small start,” he claims, and I understand they have forgotten me for the moment. The siblings like to ramble on and on. If anything, I want to be done with this so I won’t have to hear their voices again. “What do you think Dad will say when we fi
A rancid stench in the cave forces me to open my eyes. It’s not the first time I’ve done that, but based on how my body feels, it could very well be the last. The notion of death scares me. And that, in turn, makes me angry. I’m yet to avenge the death of those I’ve lost. Dying is not an option. Nor is being scared. My eyes always have the same view—a hunter looming over me, holding a silver stake in hand; spitting mocking words if it's either Megan or Dan. If it’s Cole, then the words are more threatening; he never fails to call me darling. Carol, however, needs no stake. All she does whenever I regain consciousness is twirl her fingers in the air. I know I hate nothing else more than what follows that action. But this time when I open my eyes, I see something else. Someone else. Riley. The human holds no silver stake in her hands. In that state, Riley is as harmless as an infant, lying too still across me on the wet floor. With a sniff, I raise my head—something I haven't manag
Long after, Jordan and I are still lying on the bed, wrapped in each other’s arms. It’s still dark outside and cold, I think to myself, glancing out of the window, but the warmth of the fireplace and my mate are comforting. “How much has changed in so little time,” he comments, his fingers lightly brushing up and down my arms. “I’ve lost so much and gained too.” I watch the side of his face intently, but my mind wanders. A frown forms on my face, despite not wanting to let myself get hurt at the moment. “I’m not going to let them take anything more from me,” Jordan continues. A sigh leaves his lips as his head turns to look directly at me. “I should’ve told you earlier. My dad didn’t die in an accident. Hunters murdered him.” That shakes all the senses out of me. I gape at him. “What?” “I know it sounds crazy. I didn’t know before. My mom told me the truth the evening we found the man at the beach. They found my father staked in the heart with silver. But I still have no idea why
Several minutes later, I stand outside the Blood Moon packhouse, gaping at its enormity. I'm already out of breath from running in the night as I wanted to get there as soon as possible. Whatever Melony had done to me—causing the nose bleed and the burning ear pain—had left me weakened. But as I take every step closer to Jordan, my body is slowly gaining strength. What am I going to say to him? I had called Jordan on my way to get the location of the packhouse. It was protected by the same magic that kept humans from finding the Luna’s temple. Only werewolves could locate the place. I had been eager to be there but now as the three-story concrete and glass house stands boldly in front of me, I feel hesitation rise in my chest. My thoughts are interrupted by the sudden opening of the double door entrance, guarded by two betas of the Blood Moon pack. The duo moves aside, giving way for Jordan to come out. The moment our eyes meet, I hear him sigh, and his tense shoulders immediately
For a moment while in the air, I wonder how many bones I’ll be breaking from the fall. But I land firmly on my feet, spraying sand in all directions; I feel only slightly affected by the impact. The sand here is darker and feels sinister as I take steady steps towards the trees. The silhouette stands still as though alerted by my presence. I don't take my eyes away from it, feigning confidence, but my heart hammers louder with each step that brings me closer to the spirit of the rogue werewolf I’m about to confront. Or so I believe. When I'm close enough to see her face clearly, I feel the urge to stop but I don't. The woman in front of me stands with her hands clasped together, wearing a plain dirty gown. She bears a solemn look on her face that's scarred—a long healed gash running from her left eye to her right cheek across her nose. Her matted hair reaches beneath her knees and she smells terrible. But I had expected her to be old and a spirit. The one I see appears only to be a
All my attempts at tracking Cole are futile. I manage to find out the room the group has occupied, but there's nothing that makes me feel suspicious. The list of people currently staying at the hotel is short, and they haven't been there long enough to raise any red flags. As I make my way inside the hotel, my ears pick up many things. Some of my people believe the Blood Moon pack is responsible for the deaths, since both of the murders are of werewolves belonging to our pack—Silver Crescent. I find that infuriating. I neither have the patience nor the time to deal with such nonsense. They can waste their time blaming each other, but I'm not going to do the same. Stepping outside, I see young members of our pack already lined up in groups to begin training. At least something is going right, I think, allowing myself to sigh in relief. But what am I going to do? Where can I go? Niall and his betas are scouring the forest. Jordan would be doing his part too. I close my eyes, asking my
"Why are we going to the hotel?" I question, stopping in my tracks as I realize I've been blindly following Niall and Riley. I find several members of our pack standing outside, young and old, many of them carrying bags. Niall answers my question, "We decided it was best to be together. Our pack does not have a packhouse, so your mother suggested moving all those that lived in isolated parts of the island here. In the hotel." I nod, understanding the motive behind this. "What about the Blood Moon pack?" "They still have a packhouse. I don't know what condition it is in, but Jordan assured me they'd be safe there." Riley looks out of place. She's looking around with a creased forehead, her feet shifting repeatedly. She's scared too, I realize. Hunters have not graced our land before. Any misery and death has been brought upon us only due to internal conflicts. Territorial breaches or by rogue wolves. I heave in a deep breath, feeling a little suffocated. There are few tourists, i
“No!” he blurts, stepping back. “Why would you think that?” I remain silent, not knowing what to say. He regards my face for a moment, his eyes gazing intensely, and then within a moment seals the distance between us, embracing me in a hug. I freeze, startled by his action. “Jordan, I really like you,” I whisper after easing into the hug. I hear him chuckle. “It’s obvious. Good for me.” He hugs me tighter. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while, Ness. And I swear nothing has felt more amazing.” “Y-You’re amazing too,” I say and bite my lip, realizing I could’ve said anything else and it would’ve sounded less stupid. That’s the effect he has on me. I’m always at a loss of words around him, my mind befuddled by his eyes. Jordan lets go of me briefly only to pull me in for a kiss. I smile against his lips. “I’ll walk you home?” he asks, tucking a strand of my dark hair behind my ears. I nod and smile meekly. — I step inside my house and close the door behind me, leaning against it