sand

ermoon crest carved into the lid gleamed under the ambient light. I traced the familia

lood

eality of the Luna's suite vanished. I was a wolfless pup again, dr

wers. It was a malicious odor that fought to smother my mother's fading aura of moonlight and white roses. Evelyn had despised my White Wolf bloodline, v

han death, my mother, Sofia Va

silver ritual dagger slicing their palms, their blood mingling as they clasped hands. My mother bou

rtificial rose and vanilla perfume, polluting my own scent of winter frost and night jasmine. Angelo hadn't just broken a mate-bond; he h

d, pulling a thick, leather-bound

oint accounts were bled dry. Angelo's father had drained millions to cover reparations f

y made my blood ru

painting for Cecelia's father, a human judge. He had used my mother's bloo

lling over as she saw the negative balances. "T

smile curving my lips. "I am not surr

ping her cheeks

ormant authority of my lineage straightening my spine. "But

edger with a d

d to the Stone Pack. It remains solely in my name, guarded by my grandfather's most loyal Elder, Lorenzo '

ted Packhouse and leave Angelo the bankrupt, hollow shell he had creat

, Cressie. Only w

hree sharp, demanding knocks hammered