Moonborn Legacy

The full moon hung low over the Blackwood territory, painting the pines in silver. Lila pressed her palm against the ancient oak at the border. She was not supposed to be here. "You came back." The voice came from behind her, low and rough. "I should not have," she said. But she turned anyway. Rowan Blackwood was everything an alphas son should be — broad-shouldered, golden-eyed. But he was looking at her like she was the dangerous one. "Then why did you?" She did not have an answer. Only a pull she could not explain.