THE FORSAKEN MATE

le floor of the Shadow wolf Palace's east wing, her knees aching from hours spent crawling across the cold ground. The palace was gra

e never spoken, her father a ghost in whispers. An orphan, they called her.

youngest daughter, as vicious as she was vain. She wore a dress of crimson silk, her

nished the

mud from the Alpha's hunting dogs. I want it sp

ze and dipped her he

ery hour without rest-it all fed the storm inside her. One day, she would be fr

, dreams like tha

the servant quarters-cramped, dark rooms tucked beneath the palace kit

fellow maid.

he doorway, handsome in a cruel, arrog

moned," he said,

repeated, conf

The ne

ver summoned her. He barely

hat does

widened. "Go

as dangerous. Warmth from the hearth couldn't erase the sharp tension in the air. Thane stood wi

s raking over her.

s tol

ur cloak," h

t pounde

take i

it, she wore a plain servant's tunic and patched trousers. Her bre

t me lately, haven't y

No! I h

ou want to be Luna, don't you? Think

to panic. "No! I'

, and she backed

ng around my training grounds. Ryker

l open. "That's n

the door burst open. Freya and R

ays been watching you, brother. A littl

xed. "Throw her

ara cried. "I di

appeared like shadows, grabb

dragged her into the dark. But she would r

rth the air s

at in chains, her body aching and her mind reeling. The betrayal was c

could be, had other pla