The Mooncaller's Rejected Mate
READING AGE 16+
On the night of the Claiming Moon, the Moon Goddess gave Mira Gray to Alpha Ronan Blackwood — and he gave her back.
Mira is wolfless: no wolf ever woke inside her, and in the Nightfang Pack that makes her less than nothing. An omega. A servant. Defective. But the goddess does not make mistakes, and when Ronan scents his fated mate in the kitchen girl, the whole pack holds its breath.
Then politics speak louder than the goddess. To seal an alliance against the rogue war, Ronan performs the Severing Rite — before every wolf he rules, under the full moon — and casts Mira out with a silver scar burned into her collarbone.
Exile was supposed to kill her. Instead, the borderlands teach her what the pack never did: her grandmother's forbidden gift has woken in her blood. Mira is the last Mooncaller — the one voice that can sing a breaking wolf's mind back from the feral dark.
Now the packs are rotting from the inside, the rogues are gathering under a king who was Severed three centuries ago, and the Alpha who knelt to no one is coming to beg. But the Rite that unmakes a Severing demands what Ronan fears most: kneel. Bare his throat. Ask — before everyone.
And Mira has learned the most dangerous word in any language: no.
Unfold
The wren-whistle came at noon — two notes rising, one falling — and cut the pine-quiet in half. Nobody whistled in the Hollows. Things that whistled here were bait, or dead.
Only Poppy used it. We’d invented it at nine, stealing windfall apples behind the kitchens — two up, one do……
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