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She is the impossible child of two ancient enemies. A predator in silk skin. A queen forged from moonlight and blood. In the hidden city of Draumr, Selene Mareth has lived her life in the shadows watched over by a black panther with haunting blue eyes and haunted by dreams she cannot explain. But when a blood moon rises and a cursed vampire lord emerges from the dark, everything Selene believed about herself shatters. Pursued by monsters, torn between a fierce werewolf warrior and the seductive pull of her own darkness, Selene discovers a dangerous truth: she is the first of her kind part vampire, part werewolf, bound to both and belonging to neither. As war brews between the two immortal factions, Selene must choose who she is, what she's willing to become... and whether love can survive the hunger inside her. Perfect for fans of dark fantasy, forbidden romance, and fierce heroines with teeth, The Moon's Shadow is a spellbinding tale of power, passion, and the monsters we're born to be.

Chapter 1 The Panther's Whisper

The panther's whisper :

In the city of Draumr a place whispered about in dreams, hidden between folds of time and reality-Selene Mareth lived alone in the lush shadows of the Entherwyn Forest. Her small cottage, tangled in ivy and magic, stood untouched by man or time. Birds dared not sing at dawn. Even the wind seemed to pause at her doorstep.

Marked from birth with eyes that mirrored the full moon, Selene was whispered about in legends, feared in silence. Some said she was cursed. Others swore she was chosen. All kept their distance.

Her only companion was the black panther who had appeared on the eve of a violent storm. Its eyes, glowing a supernatural blue, watched her with more understanding than any human ever had. It never spoke-but she understood it all the same.

That night, the moon bled red across the sky. Selene stood barefoot in the glade, the earth pulsing beneath her feet, when the trees themselves whispered.

"They are coming."

The panther growled, low and unnatural.

Then came the figure.

He emerged like mist-cloaked in shadows, crowned in frost, with eyes like dead embers.

He spoke only one word.

"Run."

And the forest obeyed.