“I, Logan Carter, Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, reject you, Emma Parker of the Crescent Moon Pack.”

I could feel my heart breaking. Leon was howling inside me, and I could feel his pain. 

She was looking right at me, and I could see the pain in her eyes, but she refused to show it. Most wolves fall to their knees from pain. I wanted to fall to my knees and claw at my chest. But she didn’t. She was standing there with her head held high. She took a deep breath and closed her wonderful eyes.
“I, Emma Parker of the Crescent Moon Pack, accept your rejection.”

When Emma turns 18, she is surprised that her mate is the Alpha of her pack. But her happiness about finding her mate didn't last long. Her mate rejected her for a stronger she-wolf. That she-wolf hates Emma and wants to get rid of her, but that isn't the only thing Emma has to deal with. Emma finds out that she is not an ordinary wolf and that there are people who want to use her. They are dangerous. They will do everything to get what they want.

What will Emma do? Will her mate regret rejecting her? Will her mate save her from the people around them?

True Luna

　　Where are you? I got a mind-link from Andrew.


　　Home. I answered immediately. Why?


　　We caught one of the rogues at Drake’s border. Andrew said. He is in the cell.


　　I’ll be right there. I said as I stood up and walked toward my bedroom.


　　I reached my bedroom, and a small smile spread across my face.


　　My mate was in there, rummaging through her closet and throwing some of her dresses on our bed. She was wearing sweats and a hoodie, but she looked fucking fabulous. She could wear a trash bag for all I cared. I would always want her.


　　I leaned on the doorframe and crossed my arms over my chest.


　　“Maybe you could help me instead of just standing there and staring at me.” Emma said, glancing at me over her shoulder.


　　“I like the view.” I said, smirking. “Also, I don’t know shit about dresses. How am I supposed to help?”


　　Emma chuckled and turned around. She threw another dress on our bed and approached me.


CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIX– The rogue