n years

the Obsidian Pack's warriors feasted on roasted venison, their laughter sharp as they tossed scraps to the hounds but never to the Omegas. *Not e

r skin. The obsidian crescent brand on her shoulder-marking her as Kaelthar's property-itched, a constant reminder of the night Silverfan

s. One petal l

es. The first petal had begun to darken at

e, w

or. The Beta's golden eyes glinted with disdain, her obsidian-streaked braids coiled like v

the lie smooth on her to

andra sneered,

rag. A sharp pain lanced through her chest, sudden and vicious. She cho

luttered in

eta

ts edges shimmering faint

hidden in her tunic-a stolen trinket from Nymeria's healing stor

's th

y, barely twelve, peered at her

, tucking the vial awa

Thalassa caught the fear in his gaz

est, her breath shallow. The

-

ench of spilled mead. She crept to the abandoned storeroom, her sanctuary, and lit a stolen t

one. Sevent

night they'd fled Silverfang's ruins: *"Find your mate bef

take mates. They served

hoed in th

hing the vial to her chest. Lysandr

The Beta's knife gleamed as sh

e trembled. *She can't see

ze narrowing. "You've been coug

ing. Dust

ked against the wall, the vial slipping from

ng it to the moonlight. The petal glowed bri

's heart

miled. "Wi