Claimed By The Moonfang (Brides Of The Blood Moon #1)

I was supposed to die beneath the Blood Moon.
Tied to a stone. Sacrificed as a virgin.
Offered to the Wolf of Moonfang Crag to save my starving village.

But he didn’t kill me.
He looked at me—sniffed me—and said one
“Mine.”

Now I’m trapped in the heart of a cursed forest, in the den of a creature with fangs, claws… and a desperate need to claim.
He’s not just a beast.
He’s Fenrir—a cursed guardian who says I’m his fated mate.
The one foretold by a forgotten prophecy.

He brings me food. Blankets me in furs.
He growls if I wander too far.
And when the rut takes him, I see what he really
Savage. Obsessed. Desperate to knot and breed his mate.

I should run.
But every step takes me deeper into his forest... and his arms.
Because part of me doesn’t want escape.
Part of me wants to be caught.