"Seraphina Vale," she hissed. "What have you done?"
Behind her stood Liora, a strange smile on her face. And behind Liora was a tall man with dark hair and cold blue eyes. He stared at Sera with sudden interest.
"Is this her?" the stranger asked, his voice deep. "The one you've been hiding all these years?" Queen Myra's face went from angry to scared in an instant.
"Lord Blackthorn, please. This is just a servant girl."
The man - Lord Blackthorn - stepped forward. His eyes locked with Sera's.
"No," he said slowly.
"Those eyes... I'd know that bloodline anywhere." He turned to Queen Myra.
"You've been lying to the council. This is no helper. This is a Silverblood."
Queen Myra's face turned white as snow. Liora gasped. And Sera stood frozen, not understanding what was happening, but knowing that her life had just changed forever.
The silver wolf had called to her. And now, someone had answered.
Seraphina Vale spent her life as a shadow — locked away, forgotten, and denied her birthright. But on the night of her grand debut, she feels the pulse of her fated mate in the crowd.
Her hopes are crushed when he publicly rejects her and claims her sister instead. When her sister is murdered hours later, Seraphina is branded the killer and thrown into a nightmare of pain, betrayal, and exile.
But she is no ordinary wolf.