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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

Deep into the core of its very being, something about what he became halted that fury and rage, something in the blood of ancestors, tradition maybe? Inherited from the venom of Bella, Anastasia and Saria watched Nic stand there, scanning the camp.

All that madness has subsided and his ears are up, twisting like radar dishes to comb in every sound it might miss, his nose tipping and turning, receiving information that's new, yet somehow familiar.

"Why would he come here?" Saria whispered.

"We're about to find out, so far it looks like the blood did nothing, he seems to be, reminiscing something" Anastasia said in an even lower tone.

Nicolas slowly followed that scent, inside this haze of red a voice called out in the form of smell, something or someone, her sweet essence licked at the insane brain and brought back something.

The origin of her