Synopsis
At the annual Bonding Gala, I stood among twenty other she-wolves, waiting to be chosen. As the half-human and unrecognized daughter of the Silvermoon Alpha, I knew exactly what was at stake. If no Alpha claimed me by the end of the night, I would be cast out at dawn.
My fate had already been whispered in dark corners: I would be sent to the notorious Alpha whose cruelty was legend, a leader so merciless even hardened warriors lowered their eyes in his presence.
When Silas Thorn stepped forward, holding the sacred Moonlily, my heart dared to hope. He had promised me. For one fragile, breathless second, I believed he would keep his word and claim me before everyone.
But then he smiled—and placed the flower into the hands of the plain, sponsored girl standing beside me.
We had made a pact. He swore the Moonlily would be mine.
And in that single, shattering moment, I realized promises mean nothing in a world ruled by power.
