I Was the Starter Mate
"What if I get fat?"
He ruffled my hair, smiling like it was obvious. "Even if you turn into a pig, I'd still want you. You'll always be my Mate."
That promise used to make me dizzy.
We grew up as rogues, claimed each other as mates on the northern ice fields.
To help him build a pack, I forced myself to get stronger.
We fought for scraps beside corpses. Ripped out rival wolves' throats without blinking.
I stood by him while he built Moonveil from nothing—until it became the territory we rule now.