"Tell me it meant nothing to you. Tell me I mean nothing to you. Look me in the face and tell me, but don't you dare lie to me."

His jaw is rigid as he looks down at me, his eyes stormy and so dark blue that they are nearly black. 

"If you meant nothing then this would be easier," he says. His hands are trembling, fisted in my shift and I press myself against him. "If you meant nothing," he says, his lips just above mine. "Then I would not have to walk away."

***

Ella Crow was going to be the next Alpha of her pack, instead turning out to be an outcast with no supernatural gift.

Christian St Clair is a royal vampire who seems unable to control his hunger for Ella. Everything around her seems to be one mystery after another and it's not a world that a country girl from a woodland pack knows how to travel. 

Is there love to be found on the brink of war?

The Children of the Moon is created by Harriett Nielsen, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

The Children of the Moon

The mess hall is a mess alright. It's a long low building made of giant sandstone bricks with a few big windows that let in sun and long tables where food is handed out by bored looking guards to a loud and troublesome crowd of no-souls. A large tabby shifter with stripe-markings on her face lets us in the door and immediately pushes me down an inch or two so a chicken bone can sail safely over my head. 


"Keep your eyes on your surroundings, Cadet," she says before waving us forward. 


I take care of things for Sam and Chrissy so that they don't have to focus on anyone else for a few minutes. It's simple enough. We get a bowl of some porridge, a knob or two of goats-milk butter and a cup of weak tea that has a smell like flowers and also bitter herbs. Mitch helps me carry everything over to a spare table with low benches on either side of it. 


Chapter 24: The First Rule of Fight Club