Chosen by the moon, rejected by the alpha

o thin against the autumn chill. Her silver hair, a mark of Selys's touch, glowed faintly, drawing whispers from the gathered pack. Wolves, human-formed b

storm-gray-fixed on her with an intensity that made her breath catch. He was beautiful, in the way a blade was beautiful: sharp, unyielding, dangerous. The b

w growl that echoed off the stones. "Why

am Liora Veyne, chosen as a Lunari by Selys. She has tasked me with uniting the packs to face a coming darkness-the Void." Her voice wavered but held, bolstered by

woman with red hair-Sylva, Kael's beta-stepped forward, her lip curled. "A

her light." She raised her hand, willing the magic to answer. A soft glow sparked at her f

e between them. The bond pulsed, a thread of warmth that made her heart ache. She wanted to reach for him,

scle and heat, the scent of pine and iron clinging to him. "You claim a destiny to lead my pack. Yet you

ion. It's coming, Kael. It will destroy everything u

human to save my pack. And I will not be bound to one who cannot even stand as my equal." He turned t

and raw, and she stumbled back, clutching her heart. The pack roared, some in approval, others in shock. Sylva smirked, but

spered, his voice

f her soul, a betrayal of the goddess's promise. Tears stung her ey

before it hardened again. "Take her to the guest quarters," he ordered Torin.

e of light that cracked the stone at her feet. The crowd gasped, and Kael's head snapped toward her, his e

ronghold's shadowed halls, Liora made a silent vow. She would prove herself, not for Kael, but