Child of the moon goddess/ book one sun and moon

In a world teeming with hidden supernatural beings, Zira, a mysterious young woman, navigates life on her own terms, hustling pool tables to survive. But when a chance encounter at a mountain lodge throws her into the path of powerful werewolves and a shocking revelation about her own identity, Zira's carefully constructed world shatters. Forced to confront ancient secrets and unexpected bonds, she must quickly learn to harness dormant powers and navigate treacherous alliances, or risk being consumed by a conflict far older than herself. Will her destiny be to unite sun and moon, or be torn between them?

Child of the moon goddess/ book one sun and moon

In a world teeming with hidden supernatural beings, Zira, a mysterious young woman, navigates life on her own terms, hustling pool tables to survive. But when a chance encounter at a mountain lodge throws her into the path of powerful werewolves and a shocking revelation about her own identity, Zira's carefully constructed world shatters. Forced to confront ancient secrets and unexpected bonds, she must quickly learn to harness dormant powers and navigate treacherous alliances, or risk being consumed by a conflict far older than herself. Will her destiny be to unite sun and moon, or be torn between them?

The late afternoon sun, a tired orange, cast long shadows as Zira's mid-night blue Kia Forte pulled into the parking lot of Killington Mountain Lodge. The motel, surprisingly fancy for its low price, shimmered with a deceptive tranquility. Beside her, Nisha, a tiny black-footed cat, stirred from sleep, her eyes slits of emerald as she stretched.

“Nisha?” Zira whispered, her voice a low murmur. “While I go inside to get us a room, you should go hunt for some food.”

With a soft meow, Nisha sprang from the open window, vanishing into the Vermont wilderness like a wisp of shadow. Zira, slinging her large duffle bag over her shoulder, stepped out into the crisp air, the promise of a lucrative pool game at a nearby bar already forming in her mind. Survival, she knew, was a game she played well.