BLOOD MOON LOVE

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eping track. Time doesn't matter much whe

ll explain everything, I promise. First, though, let's get one thing straight-I didn't

money was a smart idea. Spoiler alert: it wasn't. When I was nine, my dad shipped me off to the Vulkar Clan's palace to work off his debts. Back then, I didn't realize

ther-just four months old-when I left. I've s

e shadow of Clan Vulkar, one of the great werewolf clans that make up the pack. Mo

heirs, the future of Clan Vulkar. Back then, he was kind, thoughtful, and-da

ter that, Elkan was locked up, thrown into a dungeon where he's been ever since. He never came

have sex. Yeah, I know how it sounds. But let me tell you something: when you're trapped in a stone cell, stuck halfway between human

ne, the head maid, pulled me aside in the kitchen this morning. "Rein

ake it out alive. Elkan's been losing more and more

ied from excessi

done it before

r I planned to swim with sharks. "He's n

ot," I

tened, just a litt

le damn lamb. Not a slab of meat. A whole lamb. Elkan's meal

ecause why the hell not? If I was going to die today, might

you and makes every sound feel too loud. My boots clicked ag

I hea

ural, like thunder rol

ny times I did this, the nerves never went away. Goosebumps

ce steady-at least on the

nd I caught a glimpse of his bloodshot e

sliding the lamb through th

and brutal. I leaned against the wall, trying n