
Introduction
But as the wedding night approaches, old rivalries, unspoken truths, and the awakening of primal instincts threatened to shatter the fragile peace. And when the moon rises, passion and power may prove more dangerous than any enemy.
Chapter 1
The Ironfang mansion loomed over the forest like a fortress carved into stone, its high windows glowing with firelight as night spread across the mountains. The land smelled of pine and damp earth, the wild scents of territory claimed and fiercely guarded. Inside, however, the grand dining room reeked of politics.
Two Alphas sat across from one another at a long oak table polished to a mirror’s shine.
James Ironfang, silver threaded through his black beard, exuded the sharp authority of a wolf who had led his pack through decades of war and famine. Opposite him sat John Bloodmoon, broader in the shoulders but younger in the eyes, his presence carrying the cold weight of a man who had learned to lead by sacrifice.
Their wives, ever graceful, sat quietly beside them, while servants in neat black attire moved in and out with plates of roasted venison, buttered potatoes, and wine. Yet none of those seated at the table tasted much of it. Tonight was not about food. Tonight was about survival.
“The borders are thinning,” James said finally, his voice low but firm. “The rogues are multiplying, and the hunters grow bolder with each season. We both know it’s only a matter of time before one of our packs suffers a loss too heavy to recover.”
John’s gaze sharpened. “And you propose we merge?”
James gave the faintest of smiles, though it didn’t touch his eyes. “Not a merger. An alliance.” His hand gestured toward the shadowed hallway beyond the dining room. “Through our children.”
The air thickened. For a heartbeat, only the crackling of the fireplace filled the room. John’s wife set her goblet down a little too carefully, as if afraid it might shatter under the tension.
“My son,” John said at last, “is heir to Bloodmoon. He will not marry lightly.”
“And my daughter,” James countered, “is Luna-born. She carries Ironfang blood in her veins. A union between them would bind our packs tighter than any treaty.”
The words hung in the air like smoke. Everyone at the table knew this was no romantic suggestion. It was a strategy. Survival.
But deep down, James wondered if his daughter, Angelica, would see it that way.
Angelica Ironfang was upstairs in her chambers, far removed from the heated discussion below. At twenty-two, she had been raised in privilege, yet also in protection. Her father had kept her from the harsher truths of their world, sheltering her within the stone walls of the mansion as if ignorance could keep her safe.
She sat by her window now, brushing her long chestnut hair in slow, nervous strokes. Beyond the glass, the forest whispered with night sounds the hoot of an owl, the distant call of a wolf. Her wolf stirred beneath her skin, restless. She had never been fully comfortable in it, never allowed to roam as freely as her brothers. Her wolf was instinctive, powerful, but also caged.
A knock sounded at the door. Martha entered, her ever-practical maid, with a knowing look.
“You’ve heard the voices downstairs,” Martha said, setting aside a tray of tea. “The Alphas are planning something. I can feel it.”
Angelica sighed. “It always smells of smoke and secrets when they talk about politics. Do you think it involves me?”
Martha’s brows arched, her tone edged with irony. “When isn't it?”
Angelica looked away, clutching her brush tighter. “I don’t want my life to be reduced to an arrangement. I want to choose.”
“Choice,” Martha said softly, leaning against the bedpost, “is a luxury wolves like us rarely have. But perhaps sometimes what starts as duty can become something more.” Her eyes lingered on Angelica, thoughtful, as though she already guessed the shape of the future.
Downstairs, the decision was made.
James clasped John’s forearm across the table, sealing the pact. “My daughter Angelica will marry your son Arthur. The Bloodmoon and Ironfang packs will become one through them. Together, we will be untouchable.”
John nodded slowly. “Then it is settled. Arthur will be told. And I expect Angelica will adapt.”
Their wives exchanged a glance of equal parts resignation and quiet sorrow. They, more than anyone, knew what it meant to marry for the pack.
Later that night, John summoned his son.
Arthur Bloodmoon entered his father’s study with steady footsteps, though his chest was tight. At twenty-six, Arthur had carried responsibility on his shoulders for as long as he could remember. His wolf, a black-furred beast with amber eyes, prowled beneath his skin, sensing the weight of the moment.
“You asked for me, Father?”
John didn’t waste words. “You’re to marry Angelica Ironfang. The pact is signed.”
Arthur stiffened, jaw tightening. “Without my consent?”
John’s gaze hardened. “Consent is a luxury. The survival of our pack is not. This union will secure our borders and resources. You’ll do your duty.”
Arthur turned away, fists clenching. He had expected this, perhaps even dreaded it, but hearing the words spoken aloud ignited something raw in him. He didn’t know Angelica had only glimpsed her once at a distant gathering years ago. She had seemed quiet, almost fragile, a stark contrast to the fierce women of the Bloodmoon Pack.
“I don’t even know her,” Arthur muttered.
“Then you will,” John said simply. “You’ll make her your Luna. And you’ll protect her as fiercely as you protect this pack. That is your path.”
Arthur met his father’s gaze, bitterness warring with duty. “And if she doesn’t want this?”
John’s silence was telling.
Upstairs, Angelica stood before her mirror, Martha adjusting the lace on her gown. Her reflection stared back at her, pale and uncertain. She could feel the shift in the house, like a storm brewing.
“Martha,” she whispered, “what if they decide my life for me tonight?”
Her maid met her eyes in the mirror. “Then you’ll have to decide what to do with the pieces they give you.”
Angelica swallowed hard, heart thundering in her chest. Her wolf stirred again, pressing at the edges of her skin. For the first time, she wasn’t sure if it was fear or anticipation.
Far beyond the Ironfang mansion, deep in the pines, another pair of eyes watched the moon rise.
Luther Blackclaw, scarred and smirking, tilted his head back, the silver light glinting off his teeth. His sister Seraphine stood at his side, her lips curved in a cruel smile.
“They think a marriage will keep us out,” Luther said, voice dripping with disdain. “They think unity will make them stronger.”
Seraphine’s laughter was low, almost seductive. “But nothing reveals weakness like love. Let them tie themselves together. We’ll be the blade that cuts them apart.”
The forest echoed with their wolves’ howls, a dark promise carried on the wind.
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