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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

It was a warm pain and Bella felt the cartilage slip over her bone, spiking the pain into her shoulder that forced her to freeze in place, it was agonising.

"Let this be a lesson to you! You don't ever disobey me! You don't ever betray me!" Brian bellowed.

"You're a fucking narcissistic pig! Let me go!" She yelled and beyond that pain tried again to get loose.

Her wolf was roaring along with her, the more this pain raked her body the angrier she got, and her shift to the wolf was progressing as far as her human form without the moon allowed.

She was amazed at this, the first time in her life the wolf in her answered to her call for help, and it baffled her beyond her own mind, yet still made her feel intoxicated by the power.

Clenched canines and snarling, blood pumped with adrenaline to grow her muscles into her clothes, she heard the tares of her denims as they fought against the strain.

We have to avenge them