On the night of the Blood Moon, Lyra Storm feels her mark burn through her skin. Power flickers under her veins. The mate bond locks into place like a trap snapping shut.
She turns toward the Alpha who should claim her.
Instead, his eyes harden.
His rejection cuts through the clearing.
Her pack steps away from her as if her shadow carries death.
By sunrise she is stripped of her name and thrown out as a Moonbound, a girl cursed to ruin the mate who rejects her.
Lyra runs through the wilderness with fear biting at her heels. Something hunts her in the dark. The trees twist. The air changes. One wrong step carries her into forbidden territory where no exile survives.
Alpha Kael finds her there.
His presence sinks into her skin like a warning. His guards drag her before him, and the moment he sees her mark, the air sharpens. He does not see a mate. He sees a threat. A weapon. A girl fate intends to use against him.
He cages her instead of killing her.
He watches her instead of trusting her.
And the more she fights, the more something ancient stirs inside her.
Lyra Storm was meant to kneel.
Now the moon itself is rising behind her.
When the Blood Moon returns, the world will learn one truth.
A rejected mate does not stay broken.
She becomes the storm.
