PrimordialStardust

"“Serena, you are hereby exiled from the Silverstone Pack. You will remain exiled until the day you draw your last breath.”

Serena, a Healer exiled from her pack for a crime she did not commit, accused of murdering her mate, the Pack Beta. The evidence against her was damning, warranting the harshest punishment: death.

However, an oath between her father and the Alpha of her pack spared her life. Instead, she was cast into the wilderness, cursed to live as a rogue until the day she dies.

Life as a rogue was treacherous,  seeing the next sunrise was never promised. One fateful day, Serena stumbled upon injured strangers and saved their lives. In return for her kindness, she was granted asylum in Ironshade, the strongest Western Pack.

Haunted by the loss of her first mate, Serena is determined to live in secrecy, until she discovers she has yet another fated mate. Her new mate is none other than Darius, the stoic Alpha of Ironshade burdened by the dark legacy of his father.

The Ironshade Pack is on the brink of collapse, plagued by a mysterious curse. Serena’s arrival may hold the key to its salvation...or its ruin.

As tensions rise, Serena and Darius find themselves drawn together with an undeniable bond. Together, they must confront buried secrets, face their deepest fears, and decide if their second chance at love is worth risking everything.

"When the shadow of the Thorn bleeds into the light, And the wolf who carries death finds her second life, The moon will bless the broken bond, And the cursed will find peace at dawn."

Moonbound: The Rogue's Second Chance

Serena closed the door behind her and exhaled slowly. She couldn't hold back the smile that formed on her face. She couldn't believe she had really gone back for a hug.

"Heh," she laughed quietly, brushing her hair out of her face with both hands. Her cheeks were still warm from the embrace. She had gone back for a hug. That alone made her want to laugh again, to dance down the halls.

She stood tall, chin up, hands confidently on her hips like a heroine returning from a quest. The apple slipped from her grasp and rolled away with a soft thud against the wooden floor.

"Hey," she said playfully, trotting after it. She scooped it up, gave it a quick dust-off against her skirt. She skipped happily up the stairs, apple in tow.

CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX - CANDLELIGHT