LOGIN"I am Zanele Okafor, the special bone reader, and I am here to work," I said.
I pulled on my thick white gloves and ignored their angry faces. I reached down and picked up a heavy, stinky piece of wolf bone from the muddy grass. I did not even blink at the bad smell.
"The Head Guardian gave me the power to tell you what to do," I told the mean girl healer. "If you do not like it, keep your mouth shut."
Effie Jones and Brandon Hughes just stared at me. Their jaws dropped open. They knew the Alpha Council was sending a very important wolf to help them, but they never thought it would be an ordinary omega girl in her twenties. They stood there like they were frozen in the snow.
"Why are you staring at me?" I snapped, narrowing my eyes at them. "Is the killer's name written on my face? Get to work!"
My fake mask made me look plain, but the sharp fire in my eyes made them shake. They felt the strong alpha energy hiding inside my soul, and they got too scared to talk back.
They quickly moved their hands. Effie and Brandon did not get distracted anymore. They helped me put numbers on the wet bones and took magic pictures with their stone devices.
We loaded the black bags into the back of the heavy pack wagon. I rode with them all the way to the main guard house in the middle of Ravenmoor Moon City.
The wagon stopped by the big stone steps. I hopped down and reached for a heavy bag of bones, ready to go inside the dark bone room. But a big male wolf stepped right in front of me, blocking the door.
"Ms. Okafor, my master has been waiting for you in the shadow," the man said. He pointed toward a giant black iron carriage with dark glass windows. "Please come over to that carriage for a talk right now."
I looked at the big black carriage and let out a mean laugh. "Should you not tell me your name before you go around ordering people to walk with you?"
The man stopped and looked shocked. His name was Jabari Kane, a high guard for the King. He had dealt with many strong wolves in the Alpha Council Corporate Circle, but he had never met a plain girl who spoke so rudely to him.
"My master is Supreme Alpha Idris Blackthorne," Jabari said, puffing out his big chest. "He is the ruler of the Blackthorne Bloodmoon Pack, and he wants to speak with you."
Idris Blackthorne?
My heart stopped for one tiny second. Even though I had lived far away in the wild woods for five years, everyone knew that name. The Blackthorne Bloodmoon Pack was the most powerful pack in the whole land. They controlled all the pack dominion networks, the Silverfang Biotech labs, and the guard forces. They were everywhere.
I had never met the Supreme Alpha. Why was he hunting me down at my new job?
I did not want to think about it. It made my head hurt.
"Tell your master that I am busy looking at dead bones," I told the guard. "I do not have any time to meet him."
Jabari's jaw dropped. Behind me, Brandon and Effie gasped so loud it sounded like they were choking on water.
"What?" Brandon whispered. "The Supreme Alpha asked for you?"
"Boss, you cannot just say no to Idris Blackthorne!" Effie screamed. "He can kick us out of the territory!"
I turned around and glared at them. "Are these three bags of dead wolves finished yet? Go clean the bones before you talk about big kings!"
My face looked ugly under the hot sun, but my voice was completely loud and bossy. Brandon and Effie knew I was right about the work, so they grabbed the bags and ran up the stairs into the bone room.
Jabari knew he had failed his job. He walked back to the big black carriage with a very angry face.
Inside the carriage, Supreme Alpha Idris lifted his dark eyes from his ancient pack records. He looked at his guard through the glass.
"Where is the girl, Jabari?" Idris asked, his deep voice making the carriage shake.
"I told Zanele Okafor that you wanted to speak," Jabari said, looking down at his feet. "But she just said no without even thinking about it."
Idris pressed one large finger against his lips. His dark eyes went cold. No wolf ever said no to the King.
"Why did she say no?"
"She said she has to look at the bones of the dead wolves right now. She has no time for you."
Idris looked up at the big stone building of the Major Crimes Unit. He cared about his little girl Amara more than anything else. If this strange bone reader could make his daughter speak, he would wait forever.
"If she is busy with the dead, I will just wait here until she is done," Idris growled softly. "Did the shadow trackers get her history file yet?"
"We only got the basic things," Jabari said, shaking his head. "Her past years in the pack network are completely locked up by magic codes."
"Can our pack hackers not break into the system?"
Jabari closed his eyes tightly. "No, Alpha King. Her system is too strong. It fought back and destroyed millions of our pack codes in one second."
A slow, dangerous smile came onto Idris's handsome face. His eyes filled with a scary light.
"How interesting," Idris whispered, staring at the dark windows of the bone room. "It looks like I must meet this Zanele Okafor right now."
Zuberi Blackthorne"Wait, do not cry. Where are your parents? If you are lost, they must be tearing the pack apart looking for you."I look down at the small girl, her face a mask of adorable distress. The sudden rush of protectiveness catches me off guard; usually, I don't give a damn about anything that isn't pack business."I... I... want... Zanele...""Zanele?" I frown, my mind racing. "You mean the Moonborn Alpha Queen? You are miles from her villa, little one. How do you expect to find her wandering the Silverclaw Quarter alone?"She tugs at my sleeve, her eyes wide and wet."I can take you to her, but you have to stop this whimpering. I have enough trouble with my own brother without adding a lost cub to the mix. My older brother, Tavon, already treats me like a nuisance. I don't need you making it worse."She gazes at me, and that simple, sweet smile of hers hits me hard. It’s like a spell. I feel my usual cold, sarcastic exterior cracking."Fine. You must be famished. Let's g
Zanele OkaforInside the darkened interior of the luxury transport, my head leans against the cool glass, my vision swimming with the blur of the passing cityscape."Boss, the man back there... his aura was suffocating. Was that really Idris Blackthorne?""It is him," I murmur, my voice devoid of warmth. "The Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack, and the master of the Blackthorne Citadel."Kieran lets out a shaky breath, his hands gripping the steering wheel tight enough to leave indentations in the leather. "The most powerful bloodline in the Moon City? I knew his presence was heavy, but the way he looked at you... I thought he was going to snap my spine just for standing near you.""Do not worry, Kieran. You are too formidable for a beast like him to simply crush.""Boss, why did you claim I was your mate? Is he the same one who forced himself on you at the bar?"My throat tightens, the memory of his lips on mine flashing through my mind like a jagged blade. I stare out the window, the neon
Zanele Okafor"Boss, your lips... they look like they’ve been through a war. Which mongrel did this to you? Tell me his name, and I’ll tear his throat out right here in the shadow of the Moonfang clan!""Kieran, pull yourself together. The matter is settled."Magnus Wraith stands beside Kieran, his gaze shifting to me with a silent, calculating stillness. He does not ask questions, but the way his fingers hover near his blade tells me he knows exactly whose scent clings to my skin."Settled?" Kieran’s voice rises, a growl building in his chest. "I’ll track the cur down. I’ll make sure he never walks on two legs again, let alone—""I said it is over, Kieran," I snap, my voice cutting through the humid night air.Magnus places a steadying hand on Kieran’s shoulder, his eyes meeting mine for a fraction of a second. "She said it is handled. Let it go."Kieran forces a breath, his nostrils flaring, the wolf inside him clearly straining against his skin. He is a loyal pup, but his rage is a
Zanele Okafor"Get out!"Idris Blackthorne’s voice is a low, guttural snarl that vibrates through the very floorboards of the Blackthorne Bloodmoon Citadel. I am pressed against his chest, my heart hammering like a trapped bird, the scent of his skin—sharp pine and damp earth—overwhelming my senses."But, Brother, I just wanted to see who—""I will not say it again, Jabari. Leave."Jabari Kane retreats, his eyes flicking from Idris to me with a predatory grin before he slams the door shut. The silence that follows is thick, heavy with the weight of our shared history and the dangerous heat currently binding us together.I shove against his shoulders, my muscles straining with every ounce of my strength. "Let me go, you arrogant Alpha! You have no right to hold me."Idris doesn't budge. He stares down at me, his golden eyes narrowing, his grip tightening. "You barged into my private chambers. You crawled onto my furs. And you kissed me, Zanele, with a hunger that tells me you wanted ev
Idris Blackthorne"Ten million? You possess the spine to barter for more?" Idris’s golden eyes flare with a primal, suffocating heat as he looms over the mahogany desk in the Blackthorne Pack Manor. He grips his mobile device, his knuckles turning white, his breathing hitching."It is my price, Alpha.""You are truly willing to vanish for a mere ten million? If your hunger is for pack resources, I would lay the entire Blackthorne legacy at your feet. I would surrender every inch of this territory to you. But you speak to me of contracts and silences?""I signed the pack-bond agreement, Idris. The blood-seal is dry. I cannot break a contract witnessed by your own mate.""Do not test my temper, Zanele. You belong to me, not to some pathetic piece of parchment."I disconnect the call, my hand trembling as I slam the device onto the table. I shove it into flight mode, the silence of the Mooncrest Villa pressing in on me like a burial shroud. He smells of power, of ancient blood and deceit
"Ten million?" Ayomide’s jaw drops, her eyes wide with a mix of fury and disbelief. "You possess the audacity to demand a higher tribute?""So, is Idris Blackthorne not worth ten million to your pack?" I pull the ribbon from the yellow folder, my movements languid and unbothered. "If your pockets are too shallow, I shall simply remain in Idris’s shadow. My spotted pelt may lack your pristine, pampered beauty, but who can say? Perhaps his primal side hungers for something... different.""You..."Ayomide views me as an infection, a blemish on the pack's elite skin. With my face masked in these thick, dirt-colored spots, I am nothing but a common, unrefined mongrel in her eyes. Aside from my burning, round eyes, I am plain, yet I am the first female to ever carve a permanent scar into Idris’s cold, unreachable heart. The fact that I bear the name Zanele—the same name as her own blood—is a curse she cannot wash away."Very well." Ayomide’s knuckles whiten, her teeth gritted in a snarl. "T
"Where is my drink, sweetheart?" I asked.I had to change my voice so nobody would know who I was."I got it right here, Mommy!" Zuberi Blackthorne said. He handed me the cold can with a huge smile.He looked so beautiful in his little blue clothes. His long eyelashes looked like a doll, and all th
“Who did this to me?” I whispered.My skin burned. I sat up fast under the sheets. Huge red bite marks covered my neck and arms. There were so many. My inner wolf was shaking. I felt so small and so weak.What happened last night?A flash of a dark room hit my mind. A giant wolf with thick black fu
"A hundred million pack resources is a whole lot, Mommy," Zuberi said. He pointed his small finger at the glowing screen. "A big leader wants your special wolf healing powers. His inner wolf is totally broken."I looked at the name on the message and made a mean sound in my throat."I am not going
"You let her out of your sight, Magnus?"The words did not just come out of his mouth. They shook the heavy wooden beams of the Blackthorne Pack Manor. Supreme Alpha Idris Blackthorne sat on the wide stone bench, his black tunic tight across his broad shoulders. His dark skin and sharp jaw looked h







