"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 moves in front of me as Cadeirin's wolves fan out, circling us like prey. But I'm done hiding behind people.


I step forward, level with Erynd. Silver light radiates from my skin, brighter than the dying sun, brighter than any moon that ever hung in the sky.


"No." My voice carries power that makes the wolves flinch. "I'm done being protected. Done being saved. If he wants me, he can try to take me himself."


Cadeirin laughs, the sound echoing off the broken ice walls. "Look at you. Glowing like a little star. Thinking you're powerful now." He shifts to human form, walking toward us with confidence. "But you're still the same frightened girl who couldn't even make a mate bond work."


"That's where you're wrong." I meet his blue eyes without fear. "I was never the problem. You were. The Moon refused to bind me to someone who murdered her three thousand years ago."


Chapter 9 - Moon-Born