Maeve: Marked By Blood, Chosen By Fate.He branded her a curse. Threw her out under a swollen moon. Walked away while she bled. The bond didn’t snap, it tore... and kept bleeding.
Now the Omega they smothered in ash is on her feet, silver-eyed, moon-marked, carrying a power no Alpha can collar. She isn’t hunting revenge. She wants it quiet, bygones. But the past won’t unclench its teeth and neither will he.
When the moon spills it's light again, they’ll learn why she didn’t die. She wasn’t meant to. She wasn't cursed, she was chosen.
Built to change the pack... or burn it.