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This book is authored by Ariel Eyre. "She is deaf." "What, she can't be deaf. I have never heard of a deaf wolf. It is impossible." "I am serious. She had an accident when she was six. She didn't have her wolf then, and it couldn't heal, resulting in hearing loss." She smiled. Her smile could have knocked me over. It was something I would want to see as often as I could. "Can you hear me?" She just shook her head. How on earth would I communicate with her if she couldn't talk? If I marked her, I could mind-link. I could mark her here and now. It is my right, after all. But she may not like that. I had to wonder if her being deaf, though, would be okay. If I marked her, she would be Luna to my pack. She would need to be strong. I had no idea if losing her hearing made her weak. As much as I wanted to claim her on the spot, I would need to know that she could hold her own. Or, at the very least, could be taught to fight. --------- When I pressured my brother to take me down to the southern territory I just wanted to experience the way the rest of the world lived. Growing up in the north is brutal and we survive off the land. But I never expected to meet my mate and from a southern pack made it all the more difficult. His values differed from my own. The way his pack lived was the opposite of how I was raised. The brutality of my life would lead me to make decisions that put the Shadow Pack in jeopardy.

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Three years ago, the Moon Goddess stole his hearing and gave him one sentence: You will hear only the voice of your mate. And only when you claim her fully will the silence end. Alpha Kael Thorne searched every palace, every throne room, every daughter of every powerful bloodline in twelve territories. He was certain the Goddess would send him a queen. A wolf whose beauty would make other Alphas weep. A mate worthy of the most feared conqueror alive. She sent him Seraphine. An orphan. A painter. A woman with a limp she was born with and a spine she built herself. When her voice cut through three years of silence like a blade through silk, Kael made a choice: he would bring her into his manor, keep her close enough to hear, and use her voice to survive without ever claiming her as his. A tool. A frequency. Nothing more. But the curse has rules he didn't anticipate. Her voice grows clearer when she is happy. It vanishes when she is hurt. And the more he tries to use her without caring for her, the more the silence punishes him for the lie. She doesn't know she's his mate. He intends to keep it that way. But there are people in Kael's world who understand exactly what Seraphine is, what she is worth, and what destroying her would do to the Alpha who cannot afford to lose her. And they have been waiting three years for him to find something worth protecting. He told himself he would never need anyone. The Moon Goddess decided to make him need the one person his pride would never let him choose. The silence isn't the punishment. The silence is the warning. What comes next is the cost of ignoring it.