After being rejected by her coven for her lack of magic, Aria Wynter turns to history, desperate to find a spell or ritual that can awaken her power. Instead, she uncovers an ancient prophecy that warns of the Blood Moon’s return and the destruction of the werewolf race. She dismisses it as just another myth because werewolves don’t exist. But when the creatures from those legends start hunting her, she realizes how wrong she was. Elijah, a fierce warrior with striking gray eyes, saves her. But he doesn’t just save her. He claims she is the key to stopping the prophecy. That she is Moonbound and tied to the fate of every werewolf. Aria thinks he’s insane. But he doesn’t give her a choice, taking her to his pack and claiming it’s for her protection. Their Alpha demands answers like she’s some kind of messiah. Their Luna watches her with knowing eyes. And Elijah? He refuses to let her go. He’s frustrating and dangerously tempting, like a flame she knows will burn but can’t resist touching anyway. When the prophecy unfolds, Elijah becomes Aria’s only shield against the darkness. The prophecy calls her Moonbound. The werewolves call her their only hope. Aria calls it insanity. But the Blood Moon is rising. And if she doesn’t uncover the truth in time, it won’t just be the werewolves that burn.