My name is Gemma and I'm the white wolf.

My life has been really, really shitty. 

At 3, the pack I stayed at was attacked, I lost my mother, was kidnapped and abused by some people. They asked me to reveal the identity of the white wolf. I was only 3 for goddess' sake! How was I supposed to know? After I was deemed useless to their search, I became their maid. I lost 12 years, 12 freaking years, to these people but I escaped. 

I had planned it for a long time and managed to get from America to England. I met my mate there. Alpha Conner Hughes. I love him. He helped me figure myself out and taught me about gifted wolves.

I'm a gifted wolf, scratch that, His Gifted Luna.

Everything was quiet for four years, four beautiful years, until fate just decided to just fuck with me and send me back to my old pack to deal with hunters. 

Secrets will be revealed, hardships will be overcome and hearts will be broken. I just hope i can get through it all with Conner by my side.

His Gifted Luna

I've never felt rage like this before. It consumes your soul until nothing is left but the need for vengeance. I will rip that no good alpha to bits and dance on his bloody grave! He hurt her, everyone in his pack hurt her and I was going to kill them all. Starting with him. 


"Conner! Conner come back here! Let me go! Conner! Don't do anything stupid! We have war in less than a day! Conner!" Gemma shouted from her little prison of shadows. 


I knew that but at the moment, it didn't matter. What mattered was my mate was hurt and I knew who did it. They. Will. Pay. I saw him, in his wolf form, black and brown, drinking from a lake. His form barely went past my muscled chest. His head turned to my direction and he instantly went into a battle stance, bearing his teeth at me. 


'He must perish.' Axle said in my head and I couldn't agree more. 


Chapter Thirty-three