"Blood and Moon is a story between two packs. One master and the other slave. 

The two packs are forced to live at each other's mercy because of the witch wars that have scorched the world and covered their earth in death and ash, blocking most of the earth from the sun. Isolated on their land, Moons try to survive, living amid the Bloods, their betters. 

Desire Dawson is a Moon that had just graduated and planned on leaving when her stepfather signed her up to work at the Blood's packhouse without her consent so he could receive her wages. She was sent to work in a place where she was regarded as a lesser wolf. The wages were good, and her life would have been easy there if Adam Kingston, the son of the Blood's Alpha King and only heir, did not take interest in her. 

Unknown to the Bloods and Moons, Desire has inherited the potent magic of her mother's lineage, often bestowed on a special wolf. They would need this magic to survive the witch wars as it threatens to take over their territory and what they have salvaged. Adam and Desire are about to fight the odds of their lives to be together and survive. Their options aren't good either. None has promising endings, but with fate on their side, anything is possible."

Blood And Moon

　　I have never hated my father so much than in this hour. When Desiree stood by the window, I knew she would jump. I felt it, and Kristof felt it too. I had to leave. Why couldn't my father tell that he was killing me? His words and actions were killing me, and I did not know if I would be able to take anymore. Asking me to abandon the girl I loved to her fate was wicked. How did he expect me to fight strong, knowing Desiree wasn't protected.


　　I followed Kyle to the front, and we both Shifted.


　　"I thought you wouldn't come because of that Moon bitch of yours, "My father said to me through the mind link, and I ignored him. Kristoff was in so much pain that he howled. Desiree's words played in my head, and I couldn't concentrate. She believed she was dead either way.


　　My father gathered every warrior, putting the moons at the front and the bloods behind them.


CHAPTER 23 For What Is Right