Ceremonial shackles burned my skin as I waited in line.it was a pack tradition.every unmated female over eighteen years old stood in the Alpha’s circle tonight.our wrist were bound with ceremonial silver,waiting to be chosen.Or rejected. My name is jennie hunter.and In one second,my life would begin or end. “Next”pack elder Richard called.his voice was sharp,echoing through Darkthorn hill.more than five hundred wolves we’re watching.Ready to judge and laugh at our humiliation. I stepped forward,my legs were shaking.The silver chains burned.Not from any magic spell but from shame.Because just across the dais stood them. The Alpha twins.Damon and Darian Darkthorn. Damon had ice blue eyes,his hair was black.his jaw was carved from winter.he was cruel.cold.He was the one who commanded armies,He won wars.he was the real definition of power. Darian had the same face but his eyes where warmer.He was a fraction of softer.he once saved me from male stray wolves when were were just
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