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Belladonna is the last werewolf on earth, thanks to a freak event where a wolf was spotted man kind armed up and hunted werewolves down.

On the run for the past two years Bella met a man also in the run from the law named Nicolas and starts to trust him, but she gets grabbed by a criminal organization not for the massive bounty in her head, but Tony, the mob boss, wants to use her as a means of negotiation, a tool to threat his opposition, in return Tony offered her protection, a warm bed, and her days or running was over.


Nicolas in the meantime still tried to rescue her and met a man named Deno, who was sent by his siblings to kill Bella but he instead decided to protect her and told Nicolas he's actually a vampire and one of four lords that has no weakness accept for the bite of a werewolf.

Anastasia Le Blanc, the vampire countess wants Bella dead at all costs. the last of their eternal rivals being alive holds back a grim plan they have for man kind.

It is up to Deno and Nicolas to help Bella become a Luna, the fabled female alpha spoken of only in legend now.

But can Bella become a Luna without a pack? Will she be brave enough to face the vampire lords? Or will she stand back and allow the vampires to have their way with man kind? Humans have hunted her down and caused her nothing but agony...

Last Luna

Furnace creek, odd name but fitting inside a place that reaches over forty degrees during the day, Deno slowly scanned the place, a house painted red, outskirts, it should be easy to see among the plain brown buildings but nothing really stood out at the moment.

Despite that it truly felt like he entered the cave of a wolf, what would this age old Luna say if he walked up to her door? That and... How old is she?

If she was one of those who still lived during the time of his parents, would she attack on sight? Or allow him in?

Deno halted as he crossed a three way and saw just out of town towards the greater desert area a house that fitted the description, little wooden red, like something out of a fairytale accept for the fact that its paint was faded and old.

He backed the pickup up and drove off the tar towards it, about a hundred meters with no real road leading there, a worrisome tingle in his chest made him drive slowly on purpose.

I bit her