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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

Finally grasping her sanity back was similar to her alcohol addiction, waking up the next morning was accompanied by the hangover of a lifetime, only difference is instead of the pain in her head, it was the sorrow in her heart.

Donnalee rose slowly watching through the eyes of her monster this bloody mess on the floor, her height made her bump her head on the ceiling and she uncomfortably hunched again, a tremoring breath got taken to her lungs.

This sight of carnage all too nostalgic, how she remembered the faces of her pack as they bewilderedly discovered her in the flesh and bone, some fought, some ran, some froze... The horrors coming out of the dark jungles too much for the younger omegas to fathom, the children, terrified faces as they got torn apart.

Faces... Donnalee looked at the face of Ann, her head untouched as usual, that was unavoidable since its in a Wendigo's nature to spare the face, so she can adapt that face when it needs to.

Pretend to love a child?