rice

hadows across the courtyard. My body was trembling violently now. The cold had seeped deep into my

s forced to relive the horrors that f

mony ended, she threw herself into the deep, rushing water of the castle moat. Edward panicked. He dove in and rescued her, holding her wet, shivering body while the entire pack watche

nounced his intention to claim and mark her as his mate. The very next morning, that Beta was found dead, dro

nthia. They forged documents claiming she wasn't a rogue but the lost pu

ing and he needed to fight. When he returned, he brought Cynthia with him into the main castle. "You need to rest, Beatrice," he told me, his voice dri

female werewolf needs massive amounts of fresh, raw meat to sustain the pup's rapid growth. Cynthia gave me

onversation that needed no words. The sickening intimacy of two souls already entwined, sharing thoughts in a way that should have been reserved for a marked bond. Seeing that silent intimacy broke something inside

ir around me, forcing the breath from my lungs. The force of his anger hit me like a physical blow. I stumbled backward and f

healers. They were mixing substantial doses of silver powder into my drink-enough to accumulate in my blood over weeks until it reached lethal concentration. Silver burns us. It destroys

r heart to fail. The healers whispered that the old silver scars hidden beneath her gown had never truly healed-the poison from an arrow she

't blame the Moon Goddess. She blamed me. And Edward bel

own palms until the skin broke. The slight sting of my own blood grounded me. I w