A werewolf alpha must protect his secret son from a rival pack’s deadly corporate coup. Echoes of a Silver Moon The Moonbeam Café sat wedged between a laundromat and a used bookstore on the eastern edge of Nightstone territory, a…
A hidden son, a blood oath, and a wolf chained by love—no moon will save them now. The Gold-Eyed Boy The rain had been falling for three hours, a steady gray curtain that turned the downtown streets into smeared mirrors…
A seven-year-old secret. A wolf’s heart. The hunt has just begun. The Fire-Exit Apology The Grindstone Café thrived on controlled chaos—the hiss of steam wands, the percussive clatter of ceramic mugs against saucers, the low thrum of a dozen overlapping…
A seven-year secret. A wolf’s bloodline. And a family that kills to claim it. The Gold-Eyed Boy The rain came down in sheets over the Seattle waterfront, turning the streets into mirrors that reflected the gray sky. Inside the Daily…
A wolf’s legacy, a mother’s secret, and a child caught in the crossfire. The Coffee Shop Encounter The bell above the door of Brew & Moon chimed a thin, tinny note that cut through the low hum of conversation. Xavier…
A haunted alpha returns to claim his son and redeem a forgotten love. The Return of the Wolf The coffee shop’s steam-kissed windows bled amber light onto the rain-slicked street, a haven of warmth in the October chill. Inside, Caden…
He lost his mate once. Now a six-year-old secret holds the key to redeeming them all. A Glint of Gold The rain had stopped an hour ago, but the streets of Cedar Falls still gleamed like oiled slate under the…
A six-year-old secret, a wolf’s forbidden bond, and a mafia war that will tear them apart. The Last Coffee Before the Storm The morning rush bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of *The Grindstone*, a downtown coffee shop that had somehow…
A seven-year-old son. A secret he can’t hide. A pack that will kill to claim him. The Glow in His Eyes The Grindstone Café hummed with the midday rush, a symphony of grinding espresso machines and the percussive clatter of…
One night of fire. Eight years of silence. Now the truth has fangs. The Ember That Never Died The bell above the door of Midnight Brew chimed a soft, silver note that died against the hum of an espresso machine.…