sand
ermoon crest carved into the lid gleamed under the ambient light. I traced the familia
lood
eality of the Luna's suite vanished. I was a wolfless pup again, dr
wers. It was a malicious odor that fought to smother my mother's fading aura of moonlight and white roses. Evelyn had despised my White Wolf bloodline, v
han death, my mother, Sofia Va
silver ritual dagger slicing their palms, their blood mingling as they clasped hands. My mother bou
rtificial rose and vanilla perfume, polluting my own scent of winter frost and night jasmine. Angelo hadn't just broken a mate-bond; he h
d, pulling a thick, leather-bound
oint accounts were bled dry. Angelo's father had drained millions to cover reparations f
y made my blood ru
painting for Cecelia's father, a human judge. He had used my mother's bloo
lling over as she saw the negative balances. "T
smile curving my lips. "I am not surr
ping her cheeks
ormant authority of my lineage straightening my spine. "But
edger with a d
d to the Stone Pack. It remains solely in my name, guarded by my grandfather's most loyal Elder, Lorenzo '
ted Packhouse and leave Angelo the bankrupt, hollow shell he had creat
, Cressie. Only w
hree sharp, demanding knocks hammered
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