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The lunatics were the moon’s first children. Brimming with Prime, their beasts could not be bound by human flesh and so they spread by tooth and claw, victim begetting victim until their rage threatened to swallow the world.

Wild and mercurial, they were sculpted with the fingerprint of her rage. Make no mistake she burns white-hot with it. The sun hanging high in the sky is a benevolent ruler. Force his hand and he will scorch you. The moon offers no such warnings, only the chaos of her whim. Death, bloody and painful is the only answer the moon had for those who displeased her fickle countenance.

She created the Lunatics to bear her cruelty.

             -A treatise on Lycanthropic Bloodlines by, Professor Maria Ornlock, Folk historian.

The wail of a woman drew the Moon to earth one night. She clung to the body of her dead child. The soul rending-pain of her loss touched the goddess and silver tears poured from her eyes. The goddess wept for what the malice of her rage stole from the woman.

The goddess took the boy in her arms and wove him together with light and shadow into a shackle of guilt. She hung it around the woman’s neck. And thus the Kin were given the gift of control. The Moon bade the woman teach the others the wisdom she was shown.

When the woman asked what to do with those who refused to learn, the Moon picked up a shard of her hardened tears and said, “Use my tears to send them back to me and I shall punish them.”

          -Creation Myths of North American Werewolf Tribes by, Skald William of house Hawthorn.

The moon won’t be denied.

My family is dead.

Torn apart by a savage werewolf.

Zoe is all I have left. They took my baby sister.

Caught in the middle of a madman’s plans for devastating vengeance and a family trying to save their name. I must choose a side in the brewing war. One that’s about to spill into the night and shake the pillars of a world maintained with centuries of brutal secrecy and bloodshed.

Will a mix of magic and moonlight be enough to save us from the Lunatic’s cry?

You have to read this Paranormal Urban fantasy for the shifter romance.

Book 2

A single bite.

A dangerous secret.

And a curse that will consume us all.

Isaak is only getting started. The devastation he left in his wake made victims of Kin and Folk alike. Now the predators are circling. Worse, trying to fit into a world of primordial savagery cloaked by a veneer of venomous smiles and tailored suits has me stepping twice as fast to keep Zoe’s deadly secret.

The threads weaving my sister into Kin society are tenuous at best. Stealth is a treacherous business.

 

The sadistic machinations of the nobles have spilled over onto the pack. And to save Conner I must put a stop to Isaak’s madness… for good this time.

Will moonlight and magic be enough to stem the tide of his affliction before the moon is full?

Read this grim-dark urban fantasy for the shifter Romance.

 

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