The Harvested Mate

alone in the biting wind. The pain in my chest was blinding, a hot and jagged tearing sensation where Darius had severed the mate bo

the dirt, my teeth chattering so h

beneath me di

, ragged gasp, my fingers clawing into the frozen mud. The mental blocks that had kept me small, silent, and broken for eighteen long years

a blazing inferno. I squeezed my eyes shut, crying out as the invisible cage holding back my soul shattered into a million pieces. The sky above spun, the wind roar

ly guarded walls of the Bloodmoon pack

f his warroom, a heavy scowl dragging down the corners of his mouth. He slammed hi

r enforcer standing near the door. "How does an entire hunting

lightly where they hung at his sides. "I don't know, Alpha. It's n

ed, his amber eyes flashing

nd along the northern perimeter turned black. It's rotting. The grass is dying down to the roots, and the deer, the wolves,

unease crossed his sharp features. "Mad? A pack of wolves doesn

et to finish

ackhouse. Darius staggered, grabbing the edge of the map table as his knees buckled. A suffocating pressure

smog that rolled in from the north. The sacred bond Darius had severed so carelessly didn't just die in the dirt; the cosmic penalty for breaking a true mate hit the pack like a fallin

e ice had melted away into a st

d my ankles as if it were afraid to touch me. My ragged clothes hung loosely from my frame, but

lace burned a pair of solid, glowing silver orbs

down toward the southern horizon, toward the grand territory of the Bloodmoon Pack where Darius sat on his stolen throne. T

mile touching the corners of my lips as I tasted

ind, letting the promise carry across the r

is warroom, choking on the pha