Legend tells of creatures - sometimes cats, sometimes other beasts, but most often, wolves - that can change shape, and walk as men. Legend says that this gift, or curse, granted them the reason of men, the instinct of wolves, and a strength far surpassing either species. Legend states that this fusion of man and beast, immune to all harm save silver or fire, who towers over mere mortals, powerful beyond imagining.
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TheMoonChild
TheMoonChild
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When Nahla Calder crashes on a forbidden border road, she becomes prey to a rogue wolf. Saved by a powerful Alpha who should be her enemy, she's thrust into a brewing war between humans and wolves. The world thinks she's been kidnapped. The Alpha knows she's marked for death. And neither of them can resist the dangerous pull growing between them.
“The human girl lay half-conscious on the forest floor. Blood soaked her thigh. Mud streaked her caramel skin. Her curls were tangled with leaves and broken twigs, spilling wildly around her like a dark halo. One hazelnut eye was open, unfocused, reflecting the faint shine of moonlight.
She clutched a broken branch in her shaking hands as though she still intended to fight.
Even dying, she held her ground.
Riven stepped closer, slow and deliberate, letting his shadow fall over her.
Her half-lidded gaze snapped up, sharpening for a brief moment.
Defiance flickered there, even through the pain.
The branch swung weakly at him.
"Stay back," she rasped. "I swear to God, I'll kill you."
Her voice was raw.
Small.
But the threat was real.
Something stirred beneath his ribs.
Not the mate-bond. Not exactly.
But a pull. A whisper. A spark of recognition from the old magic that lived in all wolves.
Riven ignored it.
Humans were not to be touched.
Not to be trusted.
Not to be protected.
But the rogue's bite mark on her leg made something inside him snarl.
He crouched beside her.
Her fear scent hit him again.
Not city-smog fear.
Not hatred.
Something else.
Something unbearably human.
"You are hurt," he said, voice low.
She flinched like the sound itself cut her.
Her hazelnut eyes widened.
She tried to crawl back, couldn't.
"Don't," she whispered. "Please... don't..."
Riven realized she was begging.
Begging him not to kill her.
His chest tightened with something unpleasant and foreign.
He reached for her.
She swung the branch again, weaker this time.
Her breath hitched, a sob breaking free.
Riven caught her wrist gently.
Her skin was soft.
Warm.
Smooth in a way he did not expect.
He had never touched a human before.
Never been close enough to see their eyes, their fear, their trembling hands.
Never been close enough to smell anything but their anger.
He had not expected... this.
Vanilla and warm earth.
Not poison.
Not hatred.
"You will die if you stay here," he said.
She stared at him, eyes glassy, lips trembling.
"Better than being eaten," she whispered.
He felt it then. Just for a moment.
A tug.
A faint thrum under his sternum, like a drumbeat that was not his own.
The bond.
Flickering like a spark in the dark.
He crushed it instantly.
No.
Not a human.
The moon would not curse him like that.
Riven slid his arms beneath her.
She clawed weakly at him, her fingers scraping his jaw.
"Let me go," she cried. "Please... let me go..."
"Enough." His voice hardened. "You cannot walk."
"I don't want a wolf touching me."
The words hit him harder than they should have.
"Too late," he said quietly.
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