Novels by Nana Aisha

Tricia’s POVThe Blood Moon hung high above the courtyard, burning crimson across the sky and turning every shadow sharp, every movement dangerous.I stood at the edge of the circle, feeling the pulse of the pack. The tension was thick enough to choke. I could sense Blake struggling against the poison that gnawed at him like a living thing. His claws scraped against the stone beneath him, teeth bared, and even from where I stood I could feel the poison tearing through him.Tristan moved with a confidence I hated. Every motion was precise, controlled, like he had done this a thousand times before. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t falter. The smirk on his face told me he believed victory was already his.The pack watched.And I could feel their fear.Their loyalty wavered, their instincts screaming at them to choose the stronger wolf.The bond between Blake and me strained, stretched tight like a rope pulled over jagged stone. I felt every pulse of his pain. Every twitch of his wolf as it fo

BlakeThe moment Tristan announced his claim, every instinct inside me ignited like wildfire, My wolf roared, claws pushing beneath my skin, teeth aching to tear into him.But the poison fought back.It twisted through my veins, gnawing at my strength with brutal precision. My vision blurred for a heartbeat, and I stumbled forward, nearly collapsing in the middle of the courtyard.Only the bond kept me upright.Tricia’s hand pressed firmly against me, steady and unyielding. The connection between us tightened, anchoring me when my body threatened to give out.Around us, the pack erupted in murmurs—shock, fear, and disbelief rippling through the courtyard.The elders also stared openly now, unable to hide their astonishment. An Alpha faltering before the pack during a Blood Moon was unheard of. An Alpha weakened by poison while standing beside his mate was even worse.Tristan stepped closer.Confidence radiated from him like heat from a flame. Every step he took sent another wave of f

Tricia’s POVThe moment the strange words left my mouth, the courtyard fell into a silence so deep that even the wind moving across the estate seemed to pause.I don’t understand what I just said.The sound of the language still echoed faintly in my ears, but it didn’t belong to any voice I recognized, the syllables carried a rhythm that felt older, by the time the final word faded from my lips, I realized I never chose the language at all.It simply arrived.My hand was still pressed against Blake’s chest when I noticed the change around us.The wolves filling the courtyard moments ago were no longer standing the way they were before. One by one, their heads began to lower. None of them seemed aware of why they were doing that, their bodies responded to the command naturally..Confusion tightened in my chest.I never told them to do anything. I only whispered those strange words without even understanding what they meant.“Blake,” I said quietly, the uncertainty in my voice impossi

Blake’s POVThe tremor hits first as a subtle vibration beneath my feet. The stone of the Blackwood estate feels alive, and instinct tells me this is not an ordinary quake.The Blood Moon.It should not be rising tonight. Every instinct inside me knows that the sky is breaking the natural order that governs the packs. The elders track the moon with obsessive precision because the timing has always been sacred, yet the vibration spreading through the walls of the estate tells me the moon is climbing into the sky far earlier than it should.Tristan moved toward the stairway, and the moment he pushed the archive door open the red light spilling down from the upper levels confirms it.The Blood Moon has begun its ascent.The courtyard turned into chaos instantly. Wolves screamed, stumbled and ran in confusion. By the time Tristan and I reached the upper corridor, the panic among the pack had already begun spreading.The elders arrived moments later.They rush across the courtyard toward

Tricia’s pov The moment Tristan’s blade left my skin, pain exploded through my neck—sharp and violent, like fire tearing through dry wood. A breath rips from my lungs before I could stop it. This is nothing compared to the first cut. That one felt like poison spreading into my blood slowly, deliberate and cruel. This is different. This feels forced. Driven deeper. My knees weaken, but I refuse to fall. Tristan is still watching, and I will not give him the satisfaction of seeing me collapse. Blake moves first. The instant my blood hits the air, fury ignites in his eyes. The bond between us snapped tight as his wolf surged forward with the same violent instinct that nearly tore Tristan apart in the council hall. “Blake,” I managed, though the word came out uneven. The burning began to spread. At first, I expected the same sickness as before—the slow drag into darkness, the weakness that followed the poison’s path through my veins. But this time— Something was

Blake’s POVThe bond between us does not speak in words, yet when fear moves through it, I feel it instantly.I was in the training courtyard with several warriors when it hits—sharp and sudden, like a blade sliding between my ribs. It’s not mine , not the anger that had followed me since Tristan returned.This is hers.Cold. Suffocating.My body reacted before my mind caught up.I turned toward the main building without saying a word. The warriors nearby fell silent the moment they saw my expression. They knew something was wrong, they just didn't know what.Tricia was in danger.The poison inside my veins flares as I move through the corridor, but the pain barely registers because the only thing that matters, was finding her, the bond pulls at me, feeding fragments into my chest.Lower floors.Stone walls.The old archives beneath the western wing.The moment the realization hits me, I break into a run.Servants stepped out of my path. No one speaks. No one dares. Every wolf in thi

Timothy's POV My phone rang at 2 AM.I was not fully asleep so the phone's vibration on the nightstand pulled me the rest of the way up before the second ring.It was an unknown number.Without thinking, I answered.The voice that came through was distorted. Digitally processed into something flat and genderless, the voice of someone who understood that anonymity was its own kind of power."Mr. Chase," it said. "We thought it was time to speak directly."I immediately sat up. But I did not turn on the light."I've been expecting this," I replied."We know." There was a pause that was too comfortable to be accidental. "That is one of the things we appreciate about you. You are rarely surprised. It makes conversations like this more efficient.""Then be efficient.""The three children," the voice started. "Kasey, Kylie, and Kai. We want them delivered to our research facility within thirty days. All three. Together. The arrangement will be comfortable, Mr. Chase. They will be treated a

Timothy's POV The encrypted message arrived at 3 AM on a Tuesday.I was already awake. I had been awake for most of the night, sitting at the desk in the hospital's private office that the administration had made available to me, working through security reports that Carson had sent over at midnight with a note that just said: Read these before morning.And I had read them.Then I had sat with them for two hours and thought about what they meant and what they required and what the appropriate response was to a situation that was escalating in ways I had hoped, until recently, I had successfully prevented.The encrypted channel was one I had closed four years ago. Or believed I had closed. The message that came through it was short and exact in the way that messages from people who did not need to explain themselves tended to be.“The children. All three. Final request before we proceed.”I read it once before I closed the channel, picked up my phone, and called Carson.He answered on

Teresa's POV The first thing Kai asked for when he was fully awake was water.The second thing he asked for was me.Mei had told me once, in the early months when I had first left him in the village and driven back to Dhuran with my chest hollowed out, that he always asked for me first thing in the morning before he was fully awake. Before his eyes opened, before the day had fully arrived. Her name for it was his checking call. He still did it two weeks after surgery.Every morning his eyes would open and find the chair beside his bed where I had slept, and he would look at me for a moment with that quiet, checking attention, and then something in his small body would settle and he would be ready for the day.And I was not going anywhere.I had slept in that chair for fourteen nights. My back had opinions about this that I was choosing to ignore. The nursing staff had twice offered me the family rest room down the corridor and twice I had thanked them and stayed where I was.Kai's r

Kylie's POV I had known before she said it.I had known the moment I walked through the door and saw his face against the white pillow, pale and still and surrounded by machines. I had known the way I knew things sometimes before I had the words for them.But hearing Teresa say it out loud was different from knowing it silently.It made it real in a way that settled into my chest and stayed there.Kasey was already moving towards the bed slowly. The way he moved when he was going to something he wanted to examine without disturbing. He stopped at the side rail and looked at the boy in the bed for a long moment without speaking.I moved to stand beside him.Up close, the similarities were not… small. They were not the kind of thing you could dismiss as coincidence or explain away as people just looking alike. They were specific and detailed and undeniable in the way that facts were undeniable when you looked at them directly.His nose. The exact curve of it at the tip.The line of his

Teresa's POV The surgery started at six in the morning.By six fifteen I had already walked the length of the waiting room four times and memorized every detail of it without meaning to. The arrangement of the chairs. The pattern on the floor. The quality of the light coming through the window at the far end.Timothy was already there when I arrived. Standing near the window with his hands in his pockets and his back partially turned, the way he stood when he was thinking something through and didn't want his face read while he did it.He heard me come in. I knew because his shoulders shifted slightly. But he didn't turn around immediately.We had not spoken since the transfer, so there was nothing comfortable about sharing this room with him. But Kai was in surgery.And that made everything else secondary in a way that required no discussion.I sat down, while Timothy remained at the window, and we waited.An hour passed. Then two. Then three.Somewhere during the fourth hour Timot

Timothy's POV "We are taking him to Dhuran," I said. "Today."Teresa looked up at me from across the bed. Her eyes were still red at the edges from the yard. But her hands were steady and her voice, when she spoke, was the controlled voice of a woman who had learned to function through things that should have stopped her completely."He doesn't travel well," she whispered. "His heart rate destabilizes with stress and unfamiliar environments trigger…""I have a medical transport vehicle. Equipped. Dr. Green can ride with him. You can ride with him." I held her gaze. "He will be monitored every minute of the journey. I will make sure of it."She looked at me for a moment before she nodded once and turned back to Kai.I stepped out and called Carson.Within twenty minutes the calls were made. The pediatric cardiac center in Dhuran had been notified. The department head, a man who understood that a call from my office meant everything stopped and reorganized immediately, had already begu