LOGINSerena Hale believed fate had finally chosen her when she discovered that Alexander Blackwood…the future Alpha of her pack…was her fated mate. But destiny can be cruel. Before Serena can claim the bond, Alexander publicly announces his chosen mate… her own twin sister, Sophia. Worse, Sophia is carrying his child. Accused of trying to steal her sister’s mate, Serena is abandoned by everyone she trusted…her parents, her pack, even the Alpha himself. Branded a homewrecker, she is forced to watch as the man meant to be hers prepares to mark another woman. Broken and humiliated, Serena begins to realize one painful truth: The pack never intended to choose her. But fate isn’t finished yet. As mysterious powers awaken inside her and a dangerous Alpha from another territory begins to notice the girl everyone cast aside, Serena’s story is far from over. Because the wolf they betrayed today… may become the Luna they kneel to tomorrow.
View MoreThe estate was lit from every window.Not for ceremony. Not the formal, orchestrated lighting of an occasion being arranged for external observation. The specific, warm, various lighting of an estate in which people were awake and occupied in all of the ways that people were awake and occupied the night before something significant, the preparatory kind of awake, which was different from the anxious kind and different from the festive kind and was its own specific quality of presence.I could see it from the east-facing room.I had been standing at the window for twenty minutes, not because there was anything in particular to observe, the courtyard below was mostly quiet, the pack having moved their preparations inside as the autumn evening cooled. Standing at the window was something I had done for a long time in various rooms before this one, and the habit had not fully left even as the reasons for it had changed from monitoring to simply looking, from vigilance to the plain, unguar
Mirra gave me the scroll on a Thursday in the last week of summer.Not as a gift in the ordinary sense. Not wrapped or presented with ceremony or offered with any of the framing that significant objects accumulated when people believed significance required performance. She simply set it on the central table of the archive, unrolled to its full length with the specific, matter-of-fact quality of someone placing a working document where it could be properly examined, and sat back in her chair and looked at me."Read it," she said.I read it.The scroll was old. Not fragile, because Mirra maintained the archive's physical materials with the same careful attention she gave to their contents, but old in the specific, textured way of things that had been added to across time by many different hands in many different inks. I could see the transitions, where one archivist's script gave way to another's, where the ink of one period aged differently from the period before it, where the specifi
The formal announcement went out on a Monday.Lily drafted it. Not because she had been asked to specifically, but because she was Lily and she understood that the announcement of the Northern Fang Alpha's formal claiming of a silver wolf mate was a document that would be read and re-read and discussed and referenced across the Alpha network for years, and that documents of that significance deserved the specific, careful attention of someone who understood both the formal protocol requirements and the particular weight of what the document was saying.She brought it to me on Sunday evening, before it went out.I read it.It was exact. Every required element, stated in the correct formal language, in the correct order, with the correct citations of the relevant protocol. The Northern Fang Alpha's claiming. The silver wolf Luna's acceptance. The elder council's blessing. The claiming ceremony's formal completion. All of it documented with the precision of official record-keeping and wi
He took me to the cliff on a Sunday evening in late summer.Not that I knew what it was when we went. He had said, at dinner, that he wanted to walk afterward, which was something we did with enough regularity that it did not require analysis, and the cliff was where we walked most often, and so I had finished my dinner and changed into my coat and come out into the summer evening without particular anticipation of anything except the cliff and the valley and the long northern light that was already beginning to shorten as the season moved toward autumn.He carried something in his coat pocket that I noticed when he put it on.A small weight. Nothing significant to look at, a slight change in the way the coat hung. I noticed it and noted it and did not say anything because he had not offered information and I had learned, across four months of being in close daily proximity to Ethan Nightfang, that the things he chose not to offer information about were the things that would arrive in
The news moved through the Alpha network in three days.I had not expected it to move that fast. Inter-pack diplomatic outcomes traveled through the network at the pace of formal communications, which was not slow but was not three days. What traveled in three days was not the formal record of the
The formal claiming ceremony happened on a Thursday.in the place where it fits chronologically rather than where I am tempted to put it because of the specific, enormous quality of what it was. For now it is sufficient to say that it happened, that the pack was present, that the elders were presen
The eastern coalition's demands arrived in writing on a Monday morning.Not a formal council communication and not a personal overture. A written statement, signed by the senior representatives of four smaller packs who had apparently been discussing the matter among themselves for some time and ha
He told me about Kael on a Tuesday evening.Not all of it. Not in the way of someone delivering a prepared account of a significant period of their life. In fragments, the way he had told me everything that mattered, across many evenings, in the sitting room and the kitchen and the cliff path and t






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