Inspired By Marty Cagan Novels & Stories

Just another day inspecting his merchandise. My wolf stirs. She's been barely conscious for years, suppressed by whatever Marcus was feeding me, but now she pushes against my awareness. Alert. Interested. What the hell? The man, El Rey, apparently, is walking down the row of cages, still talking, still not looking. He's going to walk right past me. Then he stops. Just... stops. Mid-step. Mid-sentence. Like someone hit pause on him. My wolf doesn't just stir. She explodes to life.

As she passed my desk, she let out a scoff and whispered just loud enough for me to hear, "Anne, you're so pathetic." I watched her swagger away without batting an eye. I knew she was just getting back at me for making her look bad the other day. Still, I couldn't help but wonder—if Zayne ever discovered that the daughter he had spoiled for years was actually an illegitimate child with no biological connection to him, would he continue to indulge her the way he always did? One of Myra's lackeys muttered from the desk in front of me, "And she actually dared to challenge Myra. Who does she think she is?"