He Sacrificed Our Pup For His False Luna

The Blood Moon Sacred Hunt—Night Three. Across the twelve Northern Packs, this is a ritual of Moon Goddess blessing and joint hunting under the red moon. The Blood Moon Pack has held the crown for eighty-seven consecutive years. Eighty-seven years—paid for by three generations of Blackwood Alphas. Alaric’s grandfather once held the line alone until dawn during the fifty-fourth-year blizzard. Alaric’s father took the final blow protecting the Pack during the rogue siege in the seventy-second year. Now it was Alaric’s turn. Nineteen years. Tonight was the final strike of the eighty-seventh year. I sat at the highest level of the Hunt Watch Tower, one hand resting on a four-month-old pup in my arms. Inside my mind, Selene was tightly bound to Alaric’s wolf, Ronan, through our mate bond—two consciousnesses moving as one. That was the ancient Blood Moon law: the final strike of the Sacred Hunt must be guided by both Alpha and Luna’s wolves in unity. Deep within the Black Pine Forest, Alaric and his Alpha Hunt Line—twenty wolves strong—had already cornered the Moon Beast. Selene’s breathing turned sharp. “Elena… thirty seconds—” And then— A bloodcurdling scream erupted through the auxil…

Oleh Stormborne Princess