It had been a year since I became the slave of the Lockheart Pack—a year of relentless suffering, humiliation, and pain. Today was supposed to be a day of celebration for them, the day their Alpha, Luther Casimir, turned eighteen and came of age. It was his coming-of-age ceremony, the day he was supposed to awaken his wolf and his mate.
But Alpha Luther had awakened his wolf earlier than expected, just like my sister, Victoria. She was always stronger, always more special, even in death. Luther had made it clear to everyone that he believed his true mate, his beloved Victoria, was dead and that today would bring him nothing but a hollow reminder of what he’d lost.
I stood in the shadows of the grand hall, my hands shaking as I arranged the silver platters. The guests were arriving, their laughter echoing through the room as they gathered to celebrate their beloved Alpha.
“Move faster, slave!” One of the pack members hissed at me, shoving me aside as they passed.