"You are Moonless. The bond is severed. Leave before dawn, or we hunt you as rogue."

Alpha Caderin Nightshade's rejection wasn't private—it was a spectacle. In front of the entire Silverpaw pack, beneath the full moon that should have blessed their union, Thessa Rowan felt nothing when their mate bond snapped. No warmth. No connection. Just hollow silence where the Moon's blessing should have sang.

Declared Moonless—a wolf abandoned even by the goddess—Thessa is cast out with nothing but shame and the clothes on her back. Her own sister, Maren, smirks from Cadeirin's side, the new Luna who orchestrated Thessa's downfall with whispered lies and stolen moments.

Wandering into the northern wastes where the Moon is said to have died centuries ago, Thessa expects to freeze or starve. Instead, she finds Erynd Frostborne—an immortal guardian bound by ancient prophecy to protect the balance between wolves and the divine. He's been waiting three thousand years for a sign that never came. Until her.

Thessa doesn't draw power from the Moon. She replaces it. As her presence begins rewriting werewolf magic itself—bonds snapping without rejection, pack hierarchies crumbling, wolves praying to her instead of the goddess—the revelation sends shockwaves through every territory. Packs hunt her as a heresy. Priests fear her as the End of Days. And Erynd faces an impossible choice: uphold the oath that's kept him alive for millennia, or protect the woman who proves that even the gods can be wrong.

One thing becomes devastatingly clear: Thessa wasn't rejected because she was Moonless. She was rejected because she was destined to become something far more dangerous than any Luna.
She was meant to become the Moon itself.

Erynd shoves me behind him, facing the woman who claims to be the Moon Goddess. Silver light crackles around his hands, ready to fight.


"Now, is that any way to greet your creator?" The woman tsks, shaking her head. "I gave you life, guardian. Immortality. Purpose. And this is the thanks I get?"


"The goddess is dead." Erynd's voice is hard as ice. "I watched her die. Felt her essence shatter. You're just another soul-jumper trying to claim power that isn't yours."


"Am I?" The woman's smile widens. "Then how do I know about the vow you made? The night before the Great Fracturing, when you knelt in my temple and promised to protect me, even if it cost you everything?"


Erynd goes rigid. "Anyone could know that story—"


"You said, 'I will guard your light until the stars go dark.'" Her voice softens. "And I touched your face and said, 'Then I pray the stars burn forever, because I would not see you suffer for my sake.'"


Chapter 8 - The Ruins of Gods