Moonlight Bound

The Blood Oath

The moon had long since set.

MaLeeka awoke tangled in heat and silk, Seth’s arm heavy around her waist, their bodies still damp from the night’s fire. She didn’t want to move—not yet. Her wolf purred in contentment, lulled by the feel of his chest rising and falling behind her.

But something was wrong.

The air had shifted.

A whisper.

A pulse.

Magic.

She sat up slowly, listening.

The packhouse was silent.

Too silent.

Then she heard it—soft steps just outside the door.

Her instincts flared. She slid from the bed without a sound, wrapping the sheet around herself and tiptoeing toward the door.

It creaked open.

And a girl stood there.

Young. Pale. Drenched in sweat and moonlight. Her eyes were wide—blank.

“Luna,” she said, voice distant. “He’s coming.”

MaLeeka froze. “Who?”

The girl’s eyes rolled back in her head.

Then she screamed.

It wasn’t a human scream. It was the sound of bone cracking. Of ancient fury. It pierced the air and rattled the windows. Seth shot upright in the bed, already shifting into protective mode.

“What the hell—?”

MaLeeka didn’t answer.

She was already holding the girl.

And the moment she touched her skin—MaLeeka saw it.

The vision.

Flames. Shadows. Blood soaking the forest floor. A figure cloaked in white with eyes like burning coal. Wolves kneeling. Seth, wounded. Her own hands covered in glowing black veins.

She gasped, pulling back.

But the girl was still. Limp.

Dead.

MaLeeka stumbled to her feet, heart pounding, breath sharp.

Seth stood beside her, jaw tight. “What did you see?”

“She was a seer,” MaLeeka said softly. “She was gifted. Someone used her—channeled through her.”

Seth clenched his fists. “You saw something.”

She nodded, staring into nothing.

“There’s an Alpha coming. One with no name. He wants power. And he’s hunting me.”

Seth growled low. “He’ll die trying.”

But MaLeeka didn’t answer. Because deep in her bones, she felt it:

This wasn’t just another rival.

This was fate shifting.

This was the storm the moon had warned her about.

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Elsewhere…

In a distant cavern lit by blue flame, a man knelt in front of a stone altar. His face was hidden beneath a wolf skull. Blood dripped from his hands into a carved bowl.

Around him, shadows writhed like living things.

“She is bound now,” he said, voice like gravel. “And the power within her is waking.”

One of the shadows hissed. “The Luna must fall.”

“She will,” the man said.

And he lifted the bowl.

“To break the Alpha,” he whispered, “we must first break the mate.”

He drank.

The flames roared. Almost simmered and glowed the in the night sky.

The danger draws closer, and MaLeeka’s past begins to unravel truths that could change the future of the Shadowfang Pack forever.