LOGIN“You’re not getting your Ascension to Alpha Counsel. The elders made that call before tonight’s big pack meeting,” Lucien Adebayo says. He’s my grandfather, the oldest leader in our bloodline.
His voice is deep, but way too quiet. It makes me boil. I just stare at him and the other elders sitting around the long stone table. “Are you serious?” I say, not moving an inch.
Lucien sits at the head of the table. His white hair looks flawless, face set and hard as granite. He wears a dark cloak only the Eternal Alpha Bloodline gets one like that.
My father sits next to him, High Alpha Lestat of Moonfang. He’s a senior leader in the Moonfang Alpha Council. Normally, his voice fills every inch of this chamber. Tonight, he’s silent, picking at a bit of roasted meat from a silver tray. He keeps staring at me the whole time, pale eyes sharp. His giant hands make the food look tiny, but he loves these big family feasts.
Uncle Louis Adekunle is on the other side, another heavy hitter in pack politics. He’s got a serious vibe tonight, sipping red wine, bold leather vest on showing off his power. He’s always doting on his mate, Magnus Whitmore. I should’ve guessed this wasn’t just some happy dinner.
“We don’t joke about pack business,” Dad says, shoving the tray closer to me, like it’ll calm me down.
“I did everything right for this territory!” I shout back. “Why don’t I get the rank I earned?”
“No wolf is born holding a rank,” Uncle Louis says.
“The pack listens to me,” I argue. “I hunt more than anyone, and I guard the borders better than the rest. Everybody knows it.”
“Sure, but your mind’s always somewhere else,” Dad says. “You don’t help the pups learn to hunt. You keep to yourself.”
“I do my job,” I snap. The younger wolves are always excited to run with me, never complain.
Silence. Grandfather Lucien adds honey to his cup, stirring it with a little bone spoon.
“You know I’m the best choice,” I say. “Santiago Cole gets his ascension this moon cycle.”
Lucien’s face tightens. Santiago Cole my biggest rival from the enemy pack. He loves sneaking across our borders, wrecking our hunting grounds. Our bloodline despises him. “That doesn’t matter. You have a wild mind, Lestat.”
“Wild mind? What are you talking about? I keep to myself. I don’t even look at the girls in the pack.”
“The girl from the wild woods,” Grandfather says.
I freeze. The Moon Queen.
“We’re afraid for you,” Grandfather says, closing his eyes. “I know you’re still searching for her.”
“She was real. She saved me.”
“Lestat, your mother gave you bad silver water,” Grandfather says, sounding sad. “It made your mind see things.”
“You think I imagined her?”
Dad clears his throat now. He’s looking at me with pity like a dad, not the High Alpha. “You said you ate wild berries from her hand.” He drops his food.
He doesn’t buy any of it. He thinks the silver water messed me up thinks my hungry, desperate brain just made up a forest fairy to get me through that burning cabin.
My fists clench. I’m not weak. I didn’t dream her.
“If there was a wild girl, our best trackers would’ve caught her scent,” Uncle Louis says. “My mates and I searched everywhere. There was nothing.”
He looks away, can’t handle my pain, but honestly, I don’t care about his pity. My stomach feels like it’s churning with rotten meat. “You just want me to forget her.”
“We want you with the pack you have now,” Dad says. “It’s been twenty-two years, Lestat.”
“No.” I glare at the big shield on the wall behind Grandfather. Three silver wolves with giant fangs. Carved deep into the stone: LOYALTY AND UNITY. We learn that before we even shift for the first time.
But I owe my loyalty to the girl who saved me. She’s my true mate. I can’t drop her just because it takes time. I won’t call her a ghost because you all say I should.
“I am an Adebayo wolf,” I say. “I don’t quit.”
Dad drains his whiskey, tense. Uncle Louis keeps swirling his wine, watching me. Grandfather just taps his fingers.
“Even if you never sit on the Alpha Council?” Grandfather asks.
“Even then.” I look at Dad. “I could join another pack territory.”
Total lie. I love my pack. The Moonfang Dominion is my home. I bled for this place. But you don’t show weakness when you’re fighting for something you want.
Grandfather shoots up, face white with rage. “You’d leave your bloodline for a ghost?”
I stare him down. “Didn’t you leave me first when you took my rank?”
“Fine,” Grandfather snaps. “Go find a mate and complete a Sacred Moonbond Union.”
My mouth drops open. “Where am I supposed to find a Luna right now?” I ask. They’re probably trying to stick me into some arranged bond with a girl from the Alpha Noble Circle.
“We don’t care,” Grandfather says, hand waving like I’m nothing. “Prove to us your mind isn’t broken by this old story. Find a strong female wolf. Start your own real family.”
“I’ll find her and finish the bond before the next moon feast,” I say. “And you’ll give me my Ascension to Alpha Counsel.”
“If you can actually do it,” Grandfather says, raising his eyebrow. Daring me. “But can you?”
“Don’t ever think I’m weak, Grandfather.” I eye Dad and Uncle Louis. “It won’t even take a moon cycle.”
“Then we expect to see your new mate at the next pack gathering in thirty days,” Uncle Louis says, looking like he’s expecting the sky to fall before that happens.
I storm out of the stone chambers, shift into my wolf form, and run hard into the darkness until my paws ache.
Out there, just as the wind shifts, something sweet hits my nose wild grass, wet earth, berries mixed together. A scent I haven’t smelled since the fire, twenty-two years ago.
"I shall serenade your first mated embrace as our photographer marks the memory on stone!" the bard announces, drawing a deep breath.The magic of the moment shatters instantly. "Please do not open your mouth," I bark. I lock my fingers tightly through hers, spinning her around and dashing out the heavy oak doors before his throat can release another note of that terrible moon song. If he finishes that melody, it will permanently scar both our wolves for life. No amount of pack-healer therapy could ever fix the damage.Jonny doesn't even try to block our path this time. "Have a wild wedding night, Alphas!" he shouts, waving his hand with a massive grin.I kick the front door open, and we sprint straight out onto the stone path, slamming hard into a pasty, pale male standing right outside the threshold. The wolf has short, strawberry-blonde fur-hair gelled flat against his skull. Dark splotches of hyperpigmentation cover his nose and face, and his pale lashes surround a pair of cold, r
A high would at least feel pleasant. This silver-root poison is far more dangerous than any drug. "I am not high," I snap back, my grip on Rowan tightening."Can you make the vows quick, elder?" Rowan asks, her head turning toward the door as she catches a scent on the wind."Are you not going to set your bride down on the stones?" the bard asks, looking at how tightly I am cradled around her.I scowl at him. I like the feel of her weight far too much to let her go. "Do the laws require it?""Uh..." He shrugs his narrow shoulders. "I guess not. Since you want the express rite, hand over the marriage parchment."Rowan reaches into my vest pocket and hands the stamped covenant to him. "Are you legally authorized by the High Council to bind blood?" she asks, her voice tight with suspicion."Of course!" He puffs his chest out with immense pride. "I am a properly licensed and vetted officiant of the Southern Territories, and proud of it!""Proud of your terrible howling, too," I mutter und
What if none of those noble females can trigger my wolf? Are you going to forfeit your Ascension to Alpha Counsel and let the council strip your title?I scowl into the darkness, refusing to accept defeat.Rowan is standing right here in my arms. And the official marriage parchment is already resting against my chest. Bind your blood to her, and your seat on the High Council is legally secure.But is a runaway silver wolf respectable enough to satisfy Grandfather Lucien? another voice argues inside my head, though the logic is growing weaker by the second.I look down at Rowan’s wrinkled, mud-stained kirtle. I remember her climbing across the high stone lodge walls, then pulling my jaw down for a breathtaking kiss. I compare that raw, wild image to the cold, stiff perfection of the noble females in the Alpha Noble Circle.Probably not. But does it matter? We can shatter each other's traps. A husband from the First Alpha Bloodline will keep her greedy relatives from ever touching her n
"The blood-fee for this certificate is fifty silver pieces," Pippa says, her tone entirely professional as she breaks into my thoughts. Her eyes sparkle beneath the neon, silently wishing me and Rowan a lifetime of territory victories, provided we can settle the cost.The whole thing feels ridiculous. What happens to a pair of rogues who are too poor to afford a mating license? I almost wish I could claim my pockets are empty, except my cousin Louis Adekunle would immediately spot me the silver from the pack funds. He can be such a meddling enforcer. The pack elders act like they are deeply invested in my future, but they only care about checking their own boxes. If they truly valued my leadership, they wouldn’t force me into a Sacred Moonbond Union just to secure my Ascension to Alpha Counsel. And they definitely wouldn’t demand that I stop my search for the Prophecy of the Moon Queen.The purple neon lights inside the room are far too bright, and Pippa’s fangs show white as she grin
I snap my eyes open and realize his amber eyes are wide open, too. A look of complete, stunned surprise lingers in his gaze, his pupils dilated to the very edges of his iris. A hot wave of intense embarrassment and anger flushes across my face. Wonderful. I am the only one standing here feeling like my soul is melting. Did my tongue feel like a slimy salamander to him?Forget it. I pull my mouth back, my lips puckering in a sharp pout. I am definitely not desperate enough to keep kissing a male who looks grossed out by my touch.Before I can even step away, his large hand slides to the back of my skull, his thick fingers tangling deep into my silver hair. His mouth slams back down onto mine with an open, predatory hunger that steals the very breath from my lungs. I don’t even realize my lips have parted until his tongue glides inside my mouth, stroking against mine and sending a jolt of delicious fire straight to my toes. My head spins into absolute darkness, and I have to grip his ma
"You cannot run from your bloodline forever, little wolf," Lady Genevieve’s mocking tone echoes inside my skull, making my claws twitch as I slip through the dense throngs of the territory.Ever since I tore myself out of High Alpha Lestat’s grip, I have been darting through the bright neon grid of the Mooncrest Territory. I look just like a stray pup trying to lose a hunting hound. I have ducked inside three separate potion shops and two rogue gambling dens just to muddy my scent trail. Since my personal pouch holds only a few silver coins stolen from the Silverclaw Ancestral Estate, I haven’t bought a single thing except a horn of mountain water and a massive, frayed straw hood decorated with two dried moon-blossoms to hide my silver hair.Lady Genevieve, Tristan, Victor, and their elite trackers are tearing through the territory to hunt me down. Every single time a familiar pack scent hits my nose, raw terror slices right through my gut. They don't seem to spot me yet—maybe because
"Are you not going to challenge him?" she screamed at my back. "I was pretending he was you because you are like ice in the mating furs!" She pointed to the fresh red bite marks on her neck. "Look at what he did! He actually marks me because he wants me!" Her eyes were so wide I could see the white
"The heavy drums from the pack house are rattling my skull," Louis Adekunle shouts over the noise, leaning against the dark stone wall.One of our younger trackers from the Moonfang Alpha Council Chambers is celebrating his Ascension to Lead Tracker tonight. He rented out an entire underground tave
"Which way should I answer to get you to help me?" the strange girl asks, her mismatched eyes locked on mine.One eye is deep blue, and the other is a sharp forest green. My wolf thumps hard inside my ribs, scratching to get out. It is the exact same mismatched gaze as the Moon Queen. My heart hits
"The old skin scar looks totally fine to me, but Lady Genevieve, Victor, and Tristan act like I have rotten meat tied to my fur whenever they look at my shoulder," I mutter, keeping my voice low."You need to stop staring at it and finish putting on that ridiculous lace dress," Tristan barks from t







