Queen Of The Forgotten Wolves — Novel

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In a world where loyalty is as fleeting as the winter sun, Selene Stormfang returns to the capital of the Nightfang Pack with her daughter, Ayla, in tow. Once a cherished daughter of Alpha Gideon, Selene has been cast aside, left to wither in the shadows of betrayal. Now, five years later, she’s back—not as the broken girl who once loved Damien Nightfang, but as a fierce mother ready to reclaim her place and her daughter’s future.

But the walls of Nightfang are steeped in danger and deception. As whispers of Selene’s past swirl around her, the new Luna, Elara, stands poised to defend her title at any cost. Can Selene navigate the treacherous politics of the pack, or will the ghosts of her past consume her once more? Bound by blood and betrayal, she must summon the strength to confront the man who abandoned her and the secrets that could unravel everything she fights for.

Will Selene find the power she seeks, or will the icy grip of her former life drag her back into darkness? As the Elder Moon approaches, the stakes rise, and the line between revenge and redemption blurs.

Queen Of The Forgotten WolvesChapter One

Chapter One

When Damien brought his sister in law Elara to the capital of the Nightfang Pack, he paraded her through the streets like a crowned queen, her two pups trailing behind her like precious trophies. He called it a new era. A fresh beginning.

But for Ayla and me, it marked our doom.

We were left behind in the forgotten bones of Frostmoor Ridge, where the wind never stopped screaming and the snow tasted like iron. The den was barely more than a hole in the mountain, its walls cracked from age and its hearth long dead. Ayla’s fingers were always cold. Some nights, I held them against my ribs and whispered stories just to keep the warmth from abandoning her.

Five moons.

Five moons of foraging through ice-choked earth for roots, trapping snow hares with bleeding hands, and bartering wolf pelts for half-rotted bread. I once carried Alpha blood. Now I gnawed on marrow like a starved mutt.

And then the scroll arrived.

Delivered by a crow with silver wax pressed over the seal. I held it with trembling fingers, my eyes scanning the elegant lettering.

Damien Nightfang, Alpha of Nightfang Pack.

No mention of us. No apology. Just an announcement.