The Bloodmark of Velaris

bordered the territories of the Nightfang Pack. Beneath its eerie light, shadows danced between the trees - sile

er. She had wandered too far from Emberclaw's fringe, the foster pack that barely tolerated her existence. For years she had lived th

go, and Seraphina never tru

, a throne wrapped in shadow and light, and her own hands drenched in blood an

chest she couldn't explain. A heat pulsing beneath her

shattered

t with silver streaks across its flank, stood in the clear

ramble

heard i

ors. Werewolves in their human forms, cloth

a girl," one

ttered, "Her scent..

As she fell to the forest floor, the last thing she saw was the black w

aced restlessly beneath his skin, agitated and intrigued in equal measure. When he had seen her

dreamt

es had plagued his sleep. Always standing at the mouth of

ns. He believed in strateg

He wasn't

ng," a heal

owly. Seraphina sat up,

m I?" sh

ight that streamed through the high window. The moment it

k app

- a crescent moon entwined with

m fell

" someone

e black mirror on her wall. The vision shimmered before her Seraphina

ood ra

o

ifice, and her mother's cunning. She had taken the place of the real Lu

s impostor

into the mirror. A c

l her. Again,

ang Keep. Something about this place tugged at her soul. The sto

e the first Alpha had once pledged himself to the Moon Godd

be resting

d, startled. "I

e of th

se of eve

. Then, Kael stepped closer. "You

there. I never did. My dreams... the

e sharpene

: "Do you believe i

enched. "I ne

ble thread tugged between their chests - a pulse of energy that vi

eyes l

d had s

ried out in pain. She dropped to her knees

Kael hissed,

act, her hand trembling from the failed strike. She'd thrown it with preci

, the clou

light bathed S

s healed

bled back

oddess had

Temple of the Moon awoke from a centur

fire bear the

hrone stands in

l tremble, the

na returns to r