My mate Kael wasn't looking at me when he said it. He was guiding his brother's widow onto my throne, with her pup on his knee. For two years I was Luna in name only. Unmarked. Untouched. Called barren while he guarded her door at night. I became a ghost in my own pack. Until his deadliest rival dragged me into the dark. Riven, the Northern King, didn't offer pity. He offered teeth. One bite to claim what Kael wasted. One mark to burn his world down. But his bite didn't just claim me. It woke me. My dormant wolf roared awake and silver light burst from my throat — the Blessed Mark of prophecy. The mark of the most fertile Luna alive. Now Kael is on his knees, staring at the female he called barren. Now his precious widow is screaming that I'll take everything. Too late. I stopped begging to be chosen. I was saved three years ago in a blizzard, and the King never forgot my scent. I've already tasted a King. And this time, I'm the one in power.