I was nothing. A lowly omega, destined to live in the shadows of stronger wolves. But on the night of my eighteenth birthday, the moon had other plans for me. My mate was an Alpha’s son. The problem? He wasn’t the only one. The Blackwood triplets—Kael, Ronan, and Darian—each bore the same mark that bound them to me.  

To be Luna, I would have to survive the chaos of three powerful mates, a jealous rival who wanted my place, and a secret buried deep in my bloodline.  

Because being chosen by the moon was never a gift. It was a curse.

Dawn was still hours away, but Elara couldn't sleep. She sat by the window in the Alpha house, watching the forest where Council guards hid in the darkness. Her friends had finally fallen asleep after arguing for two straight hours about what to do. "They'll take you either way," Kael had said. "At least if you go willingly, they might treat you better." "We fight," Ronan had growled. "We don't give up without a battle." "Fighting the Council is suicide," Darian had pointed out. "We need a plan." 


Chapter 51 - Chapter 51: The Truth About Elara