"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

Christian suddenly draws away and I almost weep at the loss of him. It feels like a rejection until I see that he is looking past me as though he has seen a ghost, his eyes large and shocked, his face white. I turn, letting him go. 


Behind me stands the Moon Goddess. She is smiling a little, the touch of warmth on her rosebud lips sweet and sad at the same time. She is pale in the dark woods, her hair falling around her face and a light sheen like a veil obscuring her features from view, then revealing them one at a time. 


Oh my gods. She just saw me kissing a vampire. She just watched me pin him to a tree. She saw us. I could not feel more horrified or embarrassed than if my dead grandmother these past ten years had appeared to scold me for my manners. 


"My lady," Christian says in a low voice, bowing before her. 


Chapter 33: Chasing Divinity