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Intro. For eight long winters, he searched. The Alpha King of the Black Moon—a name whispered with reverence or fear among the packs—walked through the halls of the mating balls with the same determination that led to war. Tall, with eyes that seemed to hold the weight of an entire lineage and muscles carved by the work of the land and battles, he was a living legend. But inside? An absence burned. His wolf howled every moon for her. Even without knowing her name. Until she returned. The youngest of the powerful Diamond Moon line. Educated, refined, a silent rebel. She had spent the last few years away from the forest, hidden among humans, among books and diplomas, trying to ignore what burned in her blood: the call of the moon, the roar of the lineage, the approaching destiny. Her return was not discreet. No daughter of an Alpha is discreet.

Sebastian Licain

@Lilith Magnus