Mira Thornvale

Ophelia loved Dylan, the Alpha of the pack, with all her heart—but to him, she was merely a plaything, a lowly maid unworthy of his regard. His destined bride was Caroline, the noble-born Beta's daughter. When forced to send one of the two women to a rival pack in exchange for a life-saving antidote... who would he choose?

Love You After You Died

Snow sifted from pewter skies as Moonfang’s and Ironclaw’s highest wolves began the long climb to Summit Hold—a cliff-edge lodge where no banners yet flew, chosen as neutral ground for the final ratification of the Charter. Ophelia rode at the vanguard with Dylan and Rurik; behind them stretched a file of councilors, healers, and the mixed patrol now nicknamed the Silver Thread.


Below, valleys already shimmered white, but here wind lashed raw stone, threatening to tear cloaks free. More than parchment waited at the peak: rumor said Hawthorne’s sympathizers, still nursing rage after the berry-poison plot, planned to strike one last time.


Ophelia flexed half-numb fingers inside her gloves. *We sign today,* she told herself, *or we sign never.*


Chapter 19 — Storm on the Summit