"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

　　After we finished checking the dead bodies for clues,


　　Desiree and I returned to the packhouse, and my father stood in front of the entrance hall with the former council and other pack members and began to cheer and applaud. They were happy, but I knew my mate was unhappy because I could feel her pain.


　　Everyone was overwhelmed with joy. No one lost their lives, and they had a new admiration for me and Desiree.


　　"I am proud of you, Adam. You chose well," my father said through the mind link, and I nodded at him. As much as I wanted to celebrate, I could not be insensitive towards Desiree's feelings. Even though we had won this battle, Ashria had lost a fight. Her duty was to save the lives of all werewolves. The fact that she was unable to save the lives of the wolves we had killed tonight was a great loss on her part, and I felt sorry for her. I wish I could comfort her when I have the chance to.


CHAPTER 51 At All Cost