Daughter of the Moon blood
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Chapter 6 Moonbound Dreams img
Chapter 7 Training Under Shadows img
Chapter 8 The Trial of the first shift img
Chapter 9 The Wolf and the Fire img
Chapter 10 Ties that Burn img
Chapter 11 The Rogue Returns img
Chapter 12 Marked by Blood img
Chapter 13 Forbidden Lore img
Chapter 14 The Truth About Her Father img
Chapter 15 Banished Memories img
Chapter 16 The Wolf Beyond the Trees img
Chapter 17 Trial of Loyalty img
Chapter 18 The Ghost in the Flames img
Chapter 19 Bonds that Break img
Chapter 20 Luca's Secret img
Chapter 21 Ashroot Hollow img
Chapter 22 The Rogue's Voice img
Chapter 23 Fractured Allegiance img
Chapter 24 The Pact's Judgment img
Chapter 25 Exiled Under Moonlight img
Chapter 26 Life Among Rogues img
Chapter 27 The Blood Mirror img
Chapter 28 The Hollow's Betrayal img
Chapter 29 Torn by Blood img
Chapter 30 Marked Again img
Chapter 31 The Second Shift img
Chapter 32 The Pact Fractures img
Chapter 33 A Call to Arms img
Chapter 34 Luca's Choice img
Chapter 35 The Elder's Prophecy img
Chapter 36 The Binding Fire img
Chapter 37 Alpha Riven's Secret img
Chapter 38 The Siege Begins img
Chapter 39 The Alpha Falls img
Chapter 40 The Hollow Splinters img
Chapter 41 Captured by Hunters img
Chapter 42 Under Iron and Silver img
Chapter 43 Rescued by Fire img
Chapter 44 A New Pact img
Chapter 45 The Trial of the Moon's Eye img
Chapter 46 The Spirit's Mark img
Chapter 47 The Hollow Reborn img
Chapter 48 Kael's Downfall img
Chapter 49 The Final Betrayal img
Chapter 50 Aria's Alphahood img
Chapter 51 The Return of Her Father img
Chapter 52 Moonblood Unleashed img
Chapter 53 The Death Howl img
Chapter 54 Hunter's Eclipse img
Chapter 55 The Pact's Last Stand img
Chapter 56 Blood and Ashes img
Chapter 57 The Wolf and the Moon img
Chapter 58 Peace or Power img
Chapter 59 The Alpha's Choice img
Chapter 60 Daughter of the Moonblood img
Chapter 61 Epilogue img
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Daughter of the Moon blood

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Chapter 1 The Blood in the Woods

The forest was always silent in the early hours, but today it was a different kind of silence-heavy, suffocating, almost waiting. The air was thick with the scent of pine, moss, and something metallic that didn't belong. Fog clung to the ground like a whisper of ghosts, twisting through the roots of the ancient oaks and curling around fallen branches like serpents. A crow cawed in the distance, then fell silent as if it, too, sensed what lay ahead.

Aria Hale pulled her hoodie tighter around her as she moved deeper into Black Hollow Woods. Her breath came out in little puffs, visible against the chilly morning air. The sun had not yet risen, and only a dull grey light filtered through the trees. She shouldn't have been out here-not alone, not this early-but sleep had abandoned her again, and her feet had led her to the one place that always helped her think.

But today, the woods felt wrong.

She paused at the edge of the stream that wound like a silver thread through the trees, crouching to touch the cold water. It should have brought her peace. Instead, a ripple of unease crawled up her spine. That's when she smelled it.

Blood.

Not the kind from a wounded animal. No. This was sharp, iron-rich, unmistakable. Human blood.

Her heart quickened. She straightened slowly, every sense suddenly alert. The birds were gone. The usual forest chorus had gone mute. The silence screamed.

Then she saw it-a dark shape sprawled at the base of a cedar tree about thirty yards ahead.

She hesitated. Every instinct screamed to turn and run, but her feet moved forward before her mind could stop them. Her boots crunched softly against the frost-covered leaves. The smell grew stronger, cloying, sticking to the back of her throat.

The body belonged to a man.

He was middle-aged, dressed in a park ranger's uniform, and his throat had been ripped open. Blood soaked the ground around him, glistening darkly in the pale light. His eyes were still open, wide and frozen in terror.

Aria clamped a hand over her mouth.

Then she heard it-the snap of a branch behind her.

She spun around, heart hammering. Nothing. Just trees, shadows, fog.

She took a step back, then another, trying not to look at the body again. Her mind raced. Should she call the police? Her phone was in her pocket, but her hands were shaking too much to grab it.

Another crack. Closer this time.

Then, out of the mist, a shape emerged.

It was large, too large for any normal animal. At first glance, she thought it might be a bear, but then it stepped forward-and she saw eyes. Bright, intelligent, burning like molten gold.

A wolf.

But wolves didn't grow that big.

Its fur was black as midnight, darker than the shadows it moved through, and it rippled with muscle beneath the thick coat. It stared at her, motionless, head tilted slightly as if studying her. Judging.

Aria froze. Her breath caught. The wolf wasn't snarling. It didn't attack. It simply watched.

Then-

It blinked. Slowly. As if acknowledging her.

And then it was gone, vanishing into the trees with barely a sound.

Aria stood rooted to the spot, blood pounding in her ears. She didn't know how long she stayed there before her fingers found her phone. Her voice was barely a whisper as she spoke into it.

"There's a body," she said. "In the woods."

She turned and ran.

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When the authorities arrived, the body was still there, but there was no sign of the wolf. They questioned Aria, asked why she was out so early. She gave them half-truths: insomnia, a walk to clear her head. They didn't press. Not yet.

But the whispers began immediately.

Black Hollow had always been a town with secrets. It clung to its history like ivy on crumbling stone. People didn't speak of the old stories anymore, not aloud-but they remembered.

They remembered the warnings about the woods. About what lived in them.

Back at home, Aria stood under a scalding shower, scrubbing at her skin as if she could wash away the image of the blood, the wolf, those eyes. But she couldn't. Because something had changed.

Later that night, as she lay in bed staring at the ceiling, her mind racing, the fog of sleep finally began to pull at her.

And in her dream, the wolf returned.

It stood at the edge of the forest, eyes glowing, and this time it spoke.

Not in words, but in feeling.

You are not who you think you are.

Aria woke up gasping, heart racing, sweat slicking her skin.

Outside, the full moon hung heavy in the sky, and somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled.

Not a dream. A beginning.

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