Whispers of Luna’s Wrath

At my bonding ceremony with my destined mate, my adoptive brother suddenly lunged, plunging a knife into my father, the Alpha of our pack.

Blood gushed out. My father stared in disbelief at the child he’d raised.

I wanted to scream, but I was pinned hard to the ground.

"Watch closely. This is the price for choosing the wrong mate." My adoptive brother leaned in, sneering right by my ear.

My mate was swarmed by six warriors and collapsed, drenched in blood.

"Throw him out of the territory. Let him wander forever."

I was imprisoned, humiliated, forced to watch as my adoptive brother established his new order.

The friend I once trusted snuggled up to my adoptive brother. "Now you're the Alpha," she purred, "and I'll be your Luna."

My pack members were forced to submit; those who resisted were executed.

In my final moments, I prayed to the Moon Goddess, "Please, just give me one more chance… a chance to fix all of this…"

After a searing pain, I snapped my eyes open.

"You're so pale. Are you that nervous about the ceremony in three days?" My mother’s voice was laced with worry as she looked at me.

I was back. Back to three days before that bloody ceremony.