My grandmother, Luna Moira Silverfang, always gave Gwyneth everything. The fortune worth billions. The perfect debut ball. The carefully planned rise of “The Silverfang Pack’s Beloved Future She-Alpha” among the packs.
That was when I knew she would give me only one thing, a mating ceremony covered in thorns.
As expected, an envelope arrived the next morning. It was sealed with dark red wax stamped with the Blackwing crest, a coiled serpent wrapped around a crown. I stared at it for a long time before my shaking fingers finally broke the seal.
[Intention of Mating Ceremony
Lady Freya Silverfang of the Silverfang Pack and Alpha Auron Blackwing of the Blackwing Pack
The Moon Priestess has agreed to bless the mating ceremony.]
Another letter was attached for me.
[Lady Freya, I will come to collect you in three days.
A private castle has already been prepared. Your bridal fittings are scheduled.
Our mating ceremony is in two weeks.
Auron Blackwing]
Our mating ceremony? In two weeks.
I set the letter on the desk, my hand numb. This was it. I had been sold again. Only this time, I had spoken the words that sealed the deal. And now I finally saw that this pack had never accepted me at all.