Rejected by the Pack, Desired by the King

One Year Later The first anniversary of the Blood Moon Alliance was being celebrated not just in the reconstructed Blood […]

Death, Elira discovered, was not the ending she had expected. Instead of darkness or peace, she found herself standing in

Three months had passed since Viktor’s defeat, and the Blood Court had begun its transformation from an isolated vampire stronghold

The throne room was a vision from nightmares—blood curse magic had stained everything a deep crimson, from the ancient marble

The Blood Court gates stood open, but not in welcome—they’d been torn apart by the fighting that had erupted between

The twenty-ninth day of Viktor’s trial period dawned gray and ominous, matching the reports that had been filtering in from

The Crimson Pack had grown from twelve wolves to nearly fifty in just two weeks of exile. Word was spreading

Exile from the Blood Court should have been devastating, but as Elira and Thorne made their way through the wilderness

Viktor’s coup was masterfully executed—so perfectly timed and legally sound that even Thorne’s most loyal nobles hesitated to openly oppose

The transformation of the Sundering ritual should have marked the end of the conflict, but Elira’s Seer vision was showing