Prologue

The night smelled of betrayal.Selene stood at the heart of the clearing, her breath ragged in the frozen air, her chest aching with every inhale. The cold gnawed at her exposed skin, but it was nothing compared to the searing pain burning through her chest. Around her, the pack stood in silence, their eyes turned away, their judgment like a heavy fog, suffocating her.At the front of the group, Alpha Damien stood like a shadow carved from the darkness, his golden eyes distant and cold. Once, those eyes had been the ones she trusted, the ones she had looked to for strength. Now, they held nothing but disdain.“You are no longer my mate,” Damien’s voice cut through the stillness, steady and unfeeling, as if the bond between them had never existed. “You are no longer part of this pack.”His words were sharp, laced with finality, and they cut deeper than any claw could have. Selene’s heart thudded painfully in her chest, but she refused to flinch. She wouldn’t let him see her crumble. No

The Betrayal

“I’m excited,”Selene had always known the ceremonial hall as a place of solemnity, where tradition and authority were revered. It was where the pack’s most sacred rites were held, where bonds were formed, and promises made. So when she was summoned there, she assumed it was a private matter. Perhaps Darius wanted to speak with her alone—something urgent, maybe a decision about the future of the pack. She had always trusted him, believed in their bond, even when the distance between them had grown over the past few months.But as the heavy oak doors were swung open, she was met with the glaring lights of the hall. The scent of oak and sage, usually so calming, felt suffocating now, almost too sharp. The air crackled with tension. Her throat tightened as she was dragged forward by two of the pack’s enforcers, their hands tight on her arms, their grip unforgiving. She stumbled slightly, her heart pounding, as she tried to adjust to the change in pace.The hall was packed with members of

Left to Die

“The forest will take care of her,” someone muttered.Selene’s head lolled forward, her vision swimming as rough hands dragged her through the underbrush. Every breath burned. Every muscle screamed. Blood trickled from the gashes on her arms, sticky and warm against the night air. She wasn’t sure how long they had been hauling her, but the thick scent of pine and damp earth told her they had long since left the pack’s territory.This was where they sent the exiled—the ones not worth a quick death. No wolf had ever returned from these woods.“She should be dead already,” one of the guards grumbled, his grip tightening on her wrist as she stumbled. “Alpha’s orders were clear.”The second man—her would-be executioner—hesitated. “He wanted her dead, yeah. But…” His voice dropped to a whisper. “You know the stories. The old ones. The prophecy.”Selene forced her head up, blinking against the blood dripping into her eyes. She didn’t have the strength to speak, but she memorized their faces.

The Rescue & A Dark Truth

Selene woke to the scent of blood and fire.Her own blood, thick and coppery on her tongue. Firelight flickered in the dim cave, casting long shadows against the stone walls.And she wasn’t alone.A man crouched near the entrance, his back to her, watching the night beyond. His presence was too solid, too still, and every instinct in her body screamed danger. She shifted slowly, testing her limbs. The movement sent sharp pain slicing through her ribs, but she bit down on the groan.She’d been running. She’d fought, survived the river, and then—nothing. Just darkness swallowing her whole.Now she was here.Alive.Selene forced herself upright. It took everything she had to stay steady, to push past the pain and weakness. She moved soundlessly, her fingers brushing against a rock, cold and jagged.She lunged.Or tried to.In a blink, she was slammed against the cave wall, her wrist pinned above her head. The rock slipped from her fingers, clattering uselessly to the ground.Her captor b

The First Kill

Selene’s muscles burned. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, but she didn’t stop moving. Didn’t dare.Lucian was relentless. Every time she thought she had the upper hand, he reminded her how weak she still was. How much she had to learn. He didn’t hold back, didn’t let her rest, didn’t give her an inch of false confidence.And Selene hated him for it.But she hated herself more.For the nights she had lain awake, believing Darius still loved her. For the moments she had let herself be soft, be weak, be blind.Not anymore.The next time Lucian feinted left, she saw through the trick and ducked under his arm, striking hard at his ribs. He barely flinched, but he nodded.“Better.”That was the closest thing to praise she had gotten in weeks.Selene wiped the sweat from her brow, refusing to acknowledge the sharp ache in her ribs. Lucian had thrown her into training like a soldier in a war already lost, and she had no choice but to keep up. She was bruised, exhausted, but she wouldn’t

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Prologue

The Betrayal

Left to Die

The Rescue & A Dark Truth

The First Kill