"You are so beautiful," A man's husky voice says. He pushes a piece of hair out of my face behind my ear as he kisses my forehead. Electricity surges through my body. Warmth begins rushing over me. I try to look up to see his face, but it's blurry.

"I want you…” He whispers in my ear as he gently licks and nips at it and begins kissing down my neck while caressing my breasts. He's making me wet and all I want is for him to never stop.

"Take me," I moan, completely surrendering my body to this man and his touch.

Arianna Erickson is the last of her bloodline, a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess. You'd think with such prestige to her name, finding her mate would be a walk in the park.  WRONG. After multiple failed attempts year after year, the pressure is on as her 21st birthday approaches. She's racing against time, and risks being stripped of her title for it to be handed over to her cousin, Alpha Fenry Magnus. Will she be able to find him before her 21st birthday or will she be too late? 

Ares Cain Martin is the future alpha of the Freedom Ridge Pack and has been tasked by his father, Alpha Lucian, with finding his mate. His father expects him to start a war to fight for his claim to the throne; the same throne an undeserving she-wolf stands to inherit.

As they both search for their mate, tragedy strikes, secrets are uncovered, special abilities are discovered, relationships are formed, and they begin to explore realms with mysterious creatures that could become their enemies or allies. Will their paths collide? Will they be on opposite sides? Or will their quests lead them to a future they never imagined?

Eternal Wolves

After a few more hours of driving into the mountains we finally arrived at the location I knew to be the Sisters of the Moon’s coven headquarters. We had to dip down a side street in the small mountainside town due to the paparazzi that seemed to be accumulating in every area we went. 


“What are we going to do? They are swarming around that place!” Illyana says in a very concerned voice. 


“Relax! Throw these on.” I toss back trench coats, sun glasses, and hats to everyone to put on. Sometimes covering up as much of your identity as possible is the only defense. 


Chapter 73 - A Disappearing Act