red crowd of the Shadowfang Pack. Laughter and chatter filled the crisp evening air as pack members cele
hem of her simple dress, a habit she couldn't quite shake when nerves overtook her. Tonight was suppose
begun to stir, faint but persistent. Isla had always imagined this night vividly-th
o the clearing, drawn to their mates by the pull of their bond. Chee
shirt that clung to his powerful frame, he exuded an aura of authority that made even the most confident wolves hesitate. H
is ruthless leadership. Isla had always admired him from a distance, thou
able and impossible to ignore. Her wolf stirred restlessly within her, urging her
d as Asher's gaz
tened, her feet rooted to the ground. She expected to feel joy, elation, the overwhelming warmth of b
and for a moment, Isla thought she saw a flicker of something-shock, perhaps even regr
id, his deep voice cutt
t was a statement, blun
whispers of disbelief and specul
her voice barely ab
oment, she thought he might accept her, that he might take
ext words shat
ject
g fell deat
t, her mind struggling to process
u're not fit to be my Luna. I need someone strong, someon
st. Her chest tightened, the mate bond wrenching painfully within her. T
with cruel amusement. Isla's cheeks burned with humiliation
threatening to snap entirely. It was unbearable
er voice trembling, but he si
e said, turning away from
The pack slowly dispersed, leaving Isla alone in the clearing. Th
broken bond overwhelmed her. The world around her blurred, the
a knew her life wou
hours ago, running until her legs gave out and her lungs burned. Her dress was torn, her feet bare and
hat she had lost. Each step away from the pack felt like a knife twisti
s found h
she thought they would kill her. Their rough appearance and pre
y didn'
hair and piercing blue eyes, extended a hand to her. "Y
run. But exhaustion and desperation won out. She t
f. "We don't hurt those who are broken. Come w
what lay ahead but knowing s