Prologue

Aria Moonclaw was born beneath a sky heavy with stars, the only child of Alpha Mason Moonclaw, leader of the Silverfang Pack. From her first breath, her life was different. She was treasured. She was cherished. She was loved beyond reason.

Her father adored her not only because she was his child, but because she was all he had left. His mate, Luna Elena, had been the anchor of his soul, the calm in his storms, the laughter in his darkest days. She had been everything to him his partner, his balance, his true mate chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. And then, too soon, she was gone. The pack whispered that Alpha Mason was never the same after Elena’s death. His fire dimmed, his temper sharpened, but his heart… all the love he could not give Elena anymore, he poured into their daughter.

Aria.

She became his reason to rise each day. His reason to fight. His reason to believe in the Moon Goddess still.

But even love is complicated. Alpha Mason had always prayed for a son, someone to carry his throne with strength and certainty. A son to continue the Moonclaw bloodline, to wield the power of Silverfang without question or doubt. Yet fate had delivered him something far different a daughter. Fate, it seemed, enjoyed cruel twists.

At first, Mason raged against it. He questioned, he doubted, he begged the Moon Goddess for answers. But as Aria grew, as she smiled with Elena’s eyes and laughed with Elena’s joy, his doubts began to crumble. He trained her himself, molding her into something even the old laws of wolves had never seen a female Alpha. The first in Silverfang’s history. The pack elders scoffed. They doubted. But Mason never faltered. His daughter would prove them all wrong.

Aria herself carried that dream like fire in her blood. She was proud, stubborn, and strong-willed. She was every bit her father’s daughter, and though she had lived a sheltered, carefree life in many ways, she knew the weight of what awaited her. Tomorrow, on her eighteenth birthday, she would awaken her wolf. Tomorrow, she would step into her destiny.

But tonight… tonight was her last night of innocence.

The air was thick with the scents of pine and earth as Aria wandered the pack grounds. The sky had grown dusky, and the moon hung fat and silver above the treetops. Her father had forbidden her to be out alone this late, but the walls of the packhouse felt suffocating. She needed space. She needed silence. She needed to breathe before the storm of her future came crashing down.

She let her feet carry her into the trees, savoring the hush of the forest. Every sound was sharper tonight the rustle of leaves, the chirp of crickets, the soft hoot of an owl somewhere above. She inhaled deeply, the crisp night air burning her lungs in the most comforting way.

Then movement caught her eye.

A white rabbit darted across the path, small and quick, its fur almost glowing in the moonlight. Aria’s lips curved into a rare smile. Without thinking, she gave chase, laughter spilling from her as her boots crunched over twigs and moss. For a moment, she was not the daughter of an Alpha, not the soon-to-be first female Alpha. She was just a girl, free and wild, chasing after a rabbit like she had when she was a child.

The rabbit led her deeper and deeper, until finally she lunged and caught it in her hands. She gasped, cradling it gently, marveling at its softness, at the quick thrum of its heartbeat beneath her fingers. She giggled softly and stroked its fur, time slipping away from her grasp.

She did not know how long she sat there, lost in the simple joy of the moment. But the rabbit wriggled free at last, darting back into the shadows.

When Aria lifted her gaze again, the world felt different.

The moon loomed above her, no longer gentle, no longer the comforting friend it had always been. Its glow was sharp, harsh, almost cruel. She shivered, wrapping her arms around herself, suddenly aware of how far she had wandered.

Her stomach dropped.

The rabbit had lured her further than she realized. She was standing at the very edge of Silverfang Forest. And worse she had crossed beyond her pack’s borders.

A chill raced down her spine. She knew the rules. No wolf wandered alone beyond their boundary, not at night, not ever. But before she could retreat, before she could calm her racing thoughts, a strange heat surged through her veins. Her chest tightened. Her pulse quickened. It was the first ripple of transformation. Tomorrow night, she would awaken her wolf. Tomorrow, she would feel her power in full. Tonight, her body trembled with the promise of it, anticipation burning in her blood.

She closed her eyes, tilting her head back to the moon. For all her fear, for all the unease gnawing at her belly, she felt a spark of pride. She would be the first female Alpha. She would prove them wrong. She would show the world that a woman could lead, could fight, could rule.

But fate was merciless.

Snap.

The crack of a branch split the silence.

Aria’s eyes flew open. She spun, heart pounding, but too late. A shadow surged from the trees, fast and merciless. Strong hands slammed her to the ground. She gasped, air rushing from her lungs as she struggled beneath the weight of the stranger.

“No!” she cried, thrashing, clawing, fighting with every ounce of her strength. Her nails raked across his arms, her legs kicked, her teeth snapped, but he was unyielding. He was stronger. Too strong.

Her senses screamed at her. His scent is human. Impossible. A human, here? On Silverfang land? Her mind reeled in confusion even as terror clawed at her chest.

“Let me go!” she screamed, but her voice was swallowed by the vast emptiness of the forest. No one came.

The world blurred. Pain. Shadows. Silence.

When it was over, she lay trembling in the dirt, her body broken, her soul shattering beneath the silver glow of the moon she once loved.

Her eyes stared blankly upward, tears burning but never falling. The moonlight mocked her now, a cruel reminder of her powerlessness.

With a groan, she forced herself onto unsteady legs. Her body burned. Her chest ached. Her soul screamed. She staggered forward, clutching herself, searching for the shadow who had destroyed her. But he was gone. Swallowed by the darkness, leaving only silence.

Then, faintly, her wrist burned. She looked down through blurred vision, but saw nothing. She did not notice the faint crest glowing on her skin, etched into her flesh by forces older than time itself.

Aria clutched her chest and sank to her knees, trembling. She had been violated. Shattered. Tainted by what she thought was a human.

But deep inside, a voice whispered the truth she could not yet face.

He was no human.

He was royal blood.