In a world where female werewolves are extinct, Luna is nothing more than a rare prize—one meant to be owned, controlled, and bred. Sold to the strongest werewolf pack, she is treated like a fragile, helpless lamb, a possession with no will of her own. They expect her to submit, to fear them, to accept her fate.

But beneath her trembling hands and tearful eyes lies something far more dangerous than they could ever predict. Trapped in a den of beasts, Luna learns their weaknesses—their greed, their hatred for one another, their desperation for power. If she is to survive, she must play her role well. She must let them think she is weak, let them believe they hold all the control.

And then, she will seduce them—one by one.

Who knew seduction could be such a deadly tool?

The voice was soft—so painfully soft. As though it were made of silk and sorrow. It echoed, muffled like it traveled through water, or maybe... through time.


Astrid knelt on the ground, her hands trembling, her breath hitching with each word. Tears rolled down her cheeks, catching the faint glint of moonlight in the distance. Her arms wrapped tightly around the small child in her embrace—protective, desperate, but resigned.


"I have to go. Okay? I have to find him. I have to find Daddy..." she whispered, voice barely holding itself together. She pressed a trembling kiss to the child's forehead, lingering, like she didn't want to let go.


'No... don't leave.' The child didn't speak, not in words. But the way their small hand reached out, fingers clutching the air, said enough. It was a silent plea. 'Please... stay. Please.'


Chapter 41 - 'Another Memory Gone.'