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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

Nic's back hit a wall somewhere in the dark and he slid to the floor, his hands came up and rested over his face, again, again she was taken away, what's a man got to do to keep his girl close?

Back at Tony's he promised to protect her, yet here he sat, and without choice he allowed the nightmares to come take her, and that meant he broke his promise.

Is it okay for a man to cry sometimes? As a baby crying is the only way to let the parents know something is wrong, but as a man?

A lot was wrong, Belladonna ended up meaning the world to him, and now his world got taken away, again.

He wiped his eyes with both hands, he didn't sob or moan, somehow the silence in this place compelled him to respect it, he didn't want to disturb it, so only tears flowed without noise.

Looking to where his mental image of the door in his head was he started thinking if only he had his shotgun, then what? He could barely see so where would he shoot?

What's a man gotta do?