"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

　　Adam returned to the apartment late in the night, and he was too tired to talk, so I let him be. Integrating the witches and trying to organise the new pack was taking a toll on both of us. I wanted to discuss Tim's findings with him, but I decided to let matters rest for the meantime. The morning wasn't far, and I intended to tell him then. He held me close, and soon I drifted off to sleep.


　　I woke up, and Adam wasn't in the room. He must have snuck out early in the morning and did not want to wake me up, which was understandable. I was very tired, and he must have sensed it before we went to bed. I got ready for the day and looked for a private place to hide the books Tim brought me. People rarely read, so I doubted if anyone would be browsing through the books. The best way to hide them was in plain sight. Along with the novels, I had been reading, on my shelf. If I put them somewhere special, someone would know that they contained something important to me.


CHAPTER 65 A Bid for Friendship