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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

Somewhere between the living room and the kitchen Belladonna must have subconsciously sipped away the wine in her glass, because she had a sudden fright when Brian stood too close to her liking and filled it again.

"You know, the sooner you relax the easier it will be for you" he said stepping back and tossing the empty bottle in the trash.

"Would you relax if you found yourself inside a den of wolves?" She asked smelling the wine first, Bella hoped he didn't put some sort of knockout drug in it, she wanted to be wide awake.

"But Belladonna, you're a wolf, and you are in a den of wolves, once wolves yes, here you don't have anything to fear"

She sheepishly looked him closely, for once she wanted to believe him, his eyes as welcoming as her father's, on top of it he was handsome, smouldering in fact, that loose fitting shirt sat comfortably still exposing his scar.

A photo of you and Haila