Moonbound: A Hunter’s Oath

The Holter name carried the weight of centuries—a bloodline forged in moonlight and silver, sworn to stand as London’s silent guardians against the things that lurked in the dark. Generation after generation, they had passed down their grim craft, their children raised on stories of claws and curses rather than nursery rhymes.



But Roger Holter had wanted none of it.



He had turned his back on the hunt, desperate for a life untainted by blood and wolfsbane. A normal existence. A safe one.



Then the wolves came for his wife.



She died alone in their home, her body shredded by talons and teeth while Roger was miles away, oblivious. The only witness was their youngest son, Marlon, whose wide, terrified eyes would forever hold the memory of his mother’s last, gasping breath.



Grief hardened into obsession. Roger, once so determined to escape his family’s legacy, now saw his defiance as weakness—as the reason his wife lay cold in the ground. Consumed by vengeance, he abandoned his sons, leaving Marlon and Thomas in the care of his sister, Agatha, before they had even outgrown their boyhood. And with cruel irony, he bound them to the very fate he had once rejected—enrolling them in the London Hunters’ Guild, where they would learn to kill the monsters he had failed to stop.



Years bled away. The Holter brothers grew into hunters as sharp as the blades they carried, their names whispered in the shadows where beasts and men collided. But fate had not yet finished with them.



On a night like any other, their hunt led them to a creature unlike the feral, snarling beasts they were accustomed to.



This was no mindless monster.



She was the heir to the Royal Canine Clan—the most powerful and disciplined of all lycanthrope bloodlines. A queen in waiting.



And her capture would tear Marlon’s world apart.



For she was not just a beast to be slain.



She was the beginning