"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

　　"Luna Desiree," Lola said with scorn in her voice, and she did not give me any respect.


　　"Whoring your way to the top suits you," Her mother said, and I did not know how best to deal with them. If they were moons, I could mess with their light, but they were bloods, so I would have to attack them physically, and Ashria wouldn't want to do that. I couldn't kill them for insulting me. I disliked rules because they caused limitations.


　　"You shouldn't be speaking to me in that manner," I warned both of them and Lola scuffed, looking around.


　　"I don't see anyone, and divine wolves don't hurt other werewolves unless it is life-threatening," she said with a glint in her mad eyes.


　　"Why don't you move on," I said to Lola.


　　"How dare you speak to your betters.." Her mother said, and I slapped her hard across the face. I had had it with them. They had insulted me long enough.


CHAPTER 73 A Vision And A Doubt