ine

ys been my sanctuary. For the first time in three years, the air wasn't choked with the oppressive scent of the Bl

. My best friend's eyes flashed with protective fury. "You are the White Wolf heir, Celine. The sole in

pain of the Rejection still throbbed in my chest,

leather binder. "For three years, I was treated like a wolfless disease. I was stripped of my dignity and

r brow furrowing. "Then w

y human university degree and my

fe with my own two hands. Not because I'm weak-but because I want to prove to myself th

me. The anger in her eyes melted into profound

he first time in months. "My wolf is awake now. But power without purpose is just tyr

ian

d my true Mate-a White Wolf and a future Queen-was tearing my sanity to shreds. My scent, usually a c

flew open, slammin

he room. My sister's face was twisted in spoiled, self-ri

e blood ritual conspiracy, but our mother had begged for

he boutique! How could you do thi

ssed in the Ritual Chamber: Celine had thrown two Warriors across the room wit

hest. "You helped Kacie orchestrate a l

mming her hands on my desk. "Celine is a jea

trol s

lenc

jaw snapped shut, her body freezing against her will as the sheer forc

to tower over her. "She is the future Luna of this Pac

to the office, his face pale. He held a thick parchment envelope sea

ed slightly, and Ma

e?" she sneered, though her voice trembled. "She's sending lette

arina was right. Maybe Celine was just angry. Maybe I could stil

t Celine was just another gold-digger, that I co

the granddaughter of a former Alpha King. She had more money

nited in my chest anyway. Maybe she wants to ne

d as I broke the

the envel

attered onto the poli

sent through a third party because I couldn't even be bothered to face her myself. I had never thrown it

avy parchmen

ection Scroll, written in cold, shimmering ink. At the bottom, Celine Moon's

laughter died

the scroll... the scroll was a death sentence. My Inner Wolf let out a bloodcurdling how

or money. Not for apologies.