Twin Moon

Some bonds are fated. Others are forged in fire. But can even True Mates survive destiny?

Zelena is no stranger to pain. Still reeling from a harrowing kidnapping and the weight of profound loss, the only light in her world is the life growing inside her—a reminder that even in darkness, hope can bloom. But when a long-buried truth emerges—that her birth mother is alive and carrying a world of secrets with her—the joy of family is tangled with feelings of betrayal. As Zelena struggles to forgive the past, she must decide if opening her heart is worth the risk… or if some wounds can never truly heal.

Meanwhile, Gunner is unravelling. Haunted by Cole’s death and battling the darkness that threatens to consume him, he makes a gut-wrenching choice—one that could save his soul or destroy everything he holds dear. As he walks a perilous new path, one thing becomes clear: love alone may not be enough to hold him and Zelena together.

Far from the safety of the Tri-Moon pack, another story brews in silence. Whiskey—fierce, broken, and born of darkness—has lived a life of violence and vengeance. But when an unexpected encounter shakes the foundations of everything she believes, her lone mission takes a turn that could alter the fate of all Were-kind.

As destinies entwine and ancient prophecies close in, Zelena must summon every last ounce of strength for one final stand. The future of her pack—and the love she’s fought so hard to protect—hangs in the balance.

In a world where love is power and fate is merciless, can the True Mates rewrite their ending… or are they doomed to be torn apart forever?

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Excerpt

******Warning - Mature Content******

I walked up the steps of a small hut and pushed open the door. I stood in the doorway and closed my eyes, letting my other senses take control. I could hear a single heartbeat, thumping erratically from inside the small home. Then, I lifted my nose and sniffed. A male, only a young one, his wolf hasn’t been born yet. I followed the scent and the sound of his fear filled heartbeat to a bedroom. I love the chase, the hunt. Evoking fear in others is my happy drug.

“I know you’re in here, why don’t you come out and play” I said with a cheery tone. The sound of his heartbeat accelerated, I turned my head to the source of the sound. A small wooden wardrobe, sat beside a single bed with a blue bedspread. I walked over to the wardrobe and knocked twice.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are" I sung and pulled the door open and flung back the coats hanging inside.

“Gotcha!” I laughed. The boy was curled into a ball, pressing himself into the back of the cupboard. He cried out and tried to run past me, but I gripped his arm and knelt down in front of him so that we were at eye level.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk” I clicked my tongue as I waved my finger back and forth in his face. The boy was crying and struggling in my hold, but he was not match for me.

“Where is the Triple Goddess, little boy?"

“I don’t know" he wailed. I huffed and grabbed both of his shoulders. The tips of my nails dug into his skin, and he screamed and struggled even more.

“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” I asked him sternly. He stared at me blankly with tears streaming down his young face. Judging by the stupid look on his face, the little s**t doesn’t understand English.

“Don’t lie to me" I growled at him and flashed my fangs.

“I don’t know" the boy cried again and continued to struggle in my grasp. I exhaled an exasperated breath and frowned at him. What a waste of my time this turned out to be.

“Wrong answer" I sighed. I sucked in a lung full of air, drawing the air from the boy’s lungs. He choaked and gasped for air, but there was none left for him to breathe. After a minute of gaging and thrashing, the boy’s body fell limp to the floor. I stood up and looked down at the dead boy. I wiped his blood from my hands onto my pants and scoffed. Disgusting maggot.

“Onto the next” I said to myself as I stepped over the boy's lifeless body.