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A bond forbidden. A love destined by fate. A war that could tear them apart.

Elias, a fierce and battle-hardened warrior, has spent his life protecting his pack from the threats lurking in the shadows. But when he crosses paths with Lyria—a woman unlike any he’s ever known—his world begins to unravel. She is human, yet there is something otherworldly about her, something that calls to the beast within him.

Lyria has spent years running from a past she barely understands. Haunted by memories of a life she cannot fully recall, she is drawn to Elias in ways she cannot explain. But their growing connection places them both in danger. Ruthless hunters, ancient magic, and enemies long thought dead rise against them, threatening not only their love but the fragile balance between wolves and humans.

As secrets unravel and destiny takes hold, Elias and Lyria must fight against fate itself. In a world where love is a weakness and betrayal lurks in every shadow, will their devotion be strong enough to defy the forces determined to tear them apart?

moon's devotion

Elias lay awake beneath the canopy of the trees, the flickering firelight casting shadows over Lyria's sleeping form. Her silver hair spilled across the moss, her breathing soft and steady. He reached out, tracing his fingers lightly over her cheek, memorizing the way her skin warmed beneath his touch.

The battle with the hunters had left them bruised, but it wasn't just the physical wounds that haunted Elias. It was the prophecy, the Goddess's warning. Love or power.

But the world would not let him keep it so easily.

The snap of a twig made Elias sit up, his senses sharp. A shadow moved beyond the fire, and in an instant, he was on his feet.

Tall, cloaked in black, with piercing green eyes that flickered like embers in the dark. His face was sharp, handsome, yet something about him felt… wrong.

Lyria stirred awake at the presence of the stranger. The moment her eyes landed on him, she inhaled sharply.

The name sent a jolt through Elias. He turned to her. "You know him?"

Lyria stood, her expression unreadable. "He was… once my betrothed."

Elias felt his pulse hammer against his ribs.

Darian smirked. "I see you've replaced me rather quickly, my love."

Elias's hands clenched into fists. He didn't like the way Darian looked at Lyria—as if she still belonged to him.

Lyria's voice was quiet but firm. "You were the one who left, Darian. I mourned you."

Darian's smirk faded slightly. "And yet, here you are, wrapped in another man's arms." His eyes flickered toward Elias, unreadable. "Or should I say… another wolf's?"

Elias took a step forward, his muscles tense. "Say what you came to say."

Darian tilted his head, amusement dancing in his gaze. "Very well." He turned to Lyria. "Your sister sent me."

"She wishes to speak," Darian continued, his voice smooth. "And she has something… of yours."

Elias caught the flicker of pain in Lyria's eyes before she masked it. "What did she take?"

Darian hesitated, then finally spoke. "Solana."

Elias swore his heart stopped beating. "Solana is dead."

Darian's expression darkened. "No, he isn't."

Lyria looked at Darian as if she had seen a ghost. "That's impossible."

Darian exhaled. "And yet, I saw him with my own eyes."

Elias didn't want to believe it. Solana—the man Lyria had once loved, the one she had grieved—was alive?

The realization hit him like a blade to the chest.

Elias barely spoke as they walked through the forest. Lyria had insisted on going to Selene's domain immediately, but Elias wasn't sure he wanted to see what awaited them.

Lyria slowed her steps, glancing at Elias. "You're quiet."

Elias forced a small smile. "Just thinking."

She studied him for a moment before sighing. "You think I'll leave you."

She turned to him, her golden eyes filled with something unreadable. Then, suddenly, she reached for him—her hands grasping the sides of his face as she pulled him into a kiss so fierce it stole the air from his lungs.

Elias melted into her, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist. Her lips were urgent, desperate, as if she needed him to understand what words couldn't say.

When she pulled away, her voice was raw. "I chose you, Elias. And I will keep choosing you."

But love had a cruel way of shifting in the face of ghosts.

And Solana was rising from the grave.

chapter 8 A love Worth betrayal