"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

"I'm not saying that we should kill him," Isabel says conversationally as the rest of us lie on our backs, gasping for air. "I'm just saying that if he were incapacitated then we wouldn't have to run another thirty laps." 


"No," I say, flicking a pebble at him. He can't rouse the energy to dodge and I can't raise the energy to flick another when he makes a rude gesture. We've been running for so long that we've ended up in a field. I didn't even know that there were fields around. Christian hasn't caught up to us yet so we lie on the grass with sweat pouring off us. 


Chapter 37: The Arena