"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 don’t even recognise half of the tech - not even a quarter of it. It’s all pre-War, pre the Becoming. There are cracked panels of strange buttons, overturned metal tables, tools of strange purposes flung over the flat hard floor. 


There are crystals everywhere, growing into everything. It’s dark so I light my fingertips and spread them to cast light as the doors disappear behind us. Halls full of strange old posters that are too weathered to read, they are lined with glittering sticky crystals and strange rocks that almost seem to float in place. 


We round another corner and find the center of the energy that seems to resonate out of this cursed place. It’s a tear in the fabric of the air, splitting down the middle of an enormous room. It fluctuates like a beating heart, pulsing a strange eerie humming noise that sounds like the crystals as they spread into the sky. 


Chapter 48: The End at the Rift