The Blood-Moon Syndicate’s fortress sat high in the jagged peaks of the Obsidian Mountains, a breathtaking marvel of ancient stone and cutting-edge military architecture. As the stealth helicopter breached the cloud line, Freya looked down through the cabin window to see a sprawling estate carved di

The scent of burning pine and dried blood clung to the walls of the Ironcrest packhouse, a suffocating perfume that Julian Cross could not wash out of his clothes.

Two weeks. It had only been two weeks since Freya Vance walked out of his territory with Kade Blackridge, and in that short span of ti

The Blood-Moon Syndicate estate was a fortress of black marble and gold, perched high in the jagged peaks of the northern mountains. Tonight, it was ablaze with light.

Inside the master suite, Freya Vance stood before a massive, floor-to-ceiling mirror. She barely recognized the woman staring back