She escaped a bondmark that was never a choice. Now she runs with no name, no pack, and blood on her trail. Larka was born an omega in a world that treats her kind as property. Marked against her will by a high-ranking Black Moon enforcer, she fled into the Deep Woods-scarred, hunted, and half-feral from the inside out. She doesn't want saving. She just wants to survive. But something watches from the trees. Cael Rennick walked away from the command collars of his former pack, choosing exile over obedience. Now a rogue alpha with his own secrets and shadows, he sees Larka not as prey-but as a mirror of everything the old laws tried to burn out of him. When she stumbles into his territory, bleeding and unbowed, something ancient shifts in both of them. They don't mean to bond. They definitely don't mean to fall. But the past doesn't forget. And neither do the packs who believe she still belongs to them. With blood trails behind them and war drums echoing in the dark, they'll have to carve out a future where feral doesn't mean broken-and where survival might just be worth something more than silence. A story of wild love, hunted bodies, and the bonds that hurt before they heal. Welcome to Ashen Moon. No one bleeds alone here.
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