He was once Allen Silvermoon, a legendary hunter betrayed and killed by his own apprentice and lover, Alexander.Reborn as Aiden, the last Silver Moon werewolf, he is sold into captivity in 19th century London—only to be purchased by Alexander, now the Duke of Windsor.Memories clash. Hatred burns. A forbidden bond stirs beneath the surface.As a werewolf, Aiden is both the Duke’s property and his greatest threat.But beyond the castle walls, the Council hunts them, and an ancient prophecy whispers: The last Silver Moon will decide the fate of all supernatural kind.In a world of silver bullets and shrouded loyalties, can hunter and wolf trust each other again—or will the past destroy their chance at a future?(A tale of reincarnation, revenge, and fated love between enemies.)

“A woman cannot lead a pack,” my father, Alpha Darious Nightbane, declared coldly, standing before the gathered Council and warriors at the final trial of the Heir Selection Ceremony.I stood, breathless and bloodied, having just defeated the last of the contenders in front of a crowd that expected a new leader to rise. I had won. Fairly. Decisively.But it didn’t matter. Not to him.In my wolf form, I had towered over the last fallen candidate, my claws pressed firmly to his throat, not enough to kill, but enough to make him submit. The crowd had fallen silent, every gaze locked onto me.

He was once Allen Silvermoon, a legendary hunter betrayed and killed by his own apprentice and lover, Alexander.Reborn as Aiden, the last Silver Moon werewolf, he is sold into captivity in 19th century London—only to be purchased by Alexander, now the Duke of Windsor.Memories clash. Hatred burns. A forbidden bond stirs beneath the surface.As a werewolf, Aiden is both the Duke’s property and his greatest threat.But beyond the castle walls, the Council hunts them, and an ancient prophecy whispers: The last Silver Moon will decide the fate of all supernatural kind.In a world of silver bullets and shrouded loyalties, can hunter and wolf trust each other again—or will the past destroy their chance at a future?(A tale of reincarnation, revenge, and fated love between enemies.)

“A woman cannot lead a pack,” my father, Alpha Darious Nightbane, declared coldly, standing before the gathered Council and warriors at the final trial of the Heir Selection Ceremony.I stood, breathless and bloodied, having just defeated the last of the contenders in front of a crowd that expected a new leader to rise. I had won. Fairly. Decisively.But it didn’t matter. Not to him.In my wolf form, I had towered over the last fallen candidate, my claws pressed firmly to his throat, not enough to kill, but enough to make him submit. The crowd had fallen silent, every gaze locked onto me.