Twenty Six year old Blake Hunter is the Alpha of the largest pack in the region. Finding his mate is the last thing on his mind.
But, in the midst of dealing with uninvited relations, aspiring future Lunas and increasing rogue attacks on his easter...
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Blake stared up at the moon.
Just days away from being at her fullest, she hung low over the forest, skimming the tops of the evergreens below and illuminating the sky around her with a soft, silvery halo of light. Blake had always loved this part of the forest, especially at night.
Within the quiet clearing, the remnants of his father's past crumbled slowly into their natural surroundings, reclaimed by the fauna it had once displaced. The majestic oak under which he lay stretched its branches upwards in a futile attempt to brush against the orb that filled the night sky, and the brook turned silver as the soft light danced and played across the surface of the ever moving waters.
He had never been particularly religious. But he considered himself a spiritual man, guided by his bonds with his wolf, and he'd always believed that the Moon Goddess was on his side.
Looking down on him with gentle approval, she'd granted him the powers of an Alpha, fulfilling his birthright the day he'd taken his up his father's mantle and claimed Blackridge as his own.
He stared up at the moon’s majesty and let the peace she brought with her wash over him. The stars that shone so brightly in the velvety darkness paled in comparison to her beauty and, as always, he felt a pull towards the light of their Goddess.
Deep in his subconscious, his mind continued to recoil as wave upon wave of turmoil crashed against the walls of his control, but her presence calmed his wolf, and allowed him the respite to think clearly without fighting his every emotion.
Basking in her grace, he rolled the events of the last few days over and over in his head. The call from Issac at the border. The shock of coming face to face with a rival he was bound not to compete against. The pain lancing through his heart as he watched them reunite...
And, most of all, Hannah's accusing stare, her eyes full of bewilderment and betrayal. It was the last glimpse he'd had of her face, and it was never strayed far from his thoughts.
He had failed her.
The beautiful red head had stepped into his life so abruptly, turning his carefully constructed world upside down and stealing his heart. More than that, she had lit a fire within him, forcing himself to question his own concept of loyalty and duty. She'd even touched his wolf, who had never before been willing to contemplate taking a mate that hadn't been chosen for him by the Goddess herself.
He’d resisted their attraction for as long as possible. Consumed by the memory of chasing his selfish desires all those years ago, and the torn, ravaged, broken pack he'd returned to; he'd kept her at arms length. Justifying his actions with empty words about duty, honour and responsibility, he'd ignored his instincts and denied his heart.
The more time had passed, the more he had been drawn to her, unable to resist her carefree laughter and expressive emerald eyes. Eventually, it had become too hard to stay away, the desire too strong and, too late, he’d realised she had entwined herself irrevocably in his heart.
