Cyra grew up in her pack as an outsider. The pack sees her as a threat, avoids her, and fears her.Not because she's wolfless, but because something deep inside her is unsettled, a storm of feelings that surges, leaving her isolated and aching for understanding.Her emotions are uncontrollable; if she gets angry, things around her crack and tremble.If she cried, Heaven would react violently; even the wind would rage with her sorrow, echoing the storm inside her.That fear forced the pack to keep its distance. Alone, Cyra yearned for anyone to see the truth pulsing beneath her trembling hands. No one understood.Silence became her closest companion, a shadow at her side, until the day Silver Crest—the ruling throne—invaded. Terror, confusion, and hope battled inside her as she was taken from everything she knew.Arriving at Silver Crest, a new sense of belonging sparked inside her—something she had never known. Yet as the bloodmoon crept closer, dread slowly eclipsed hope.The truth began to reveal that every treatment and act of kindness offered has been carefully planned.They need her before Alpha.She thought she had escaped rejection at last, but she had only stepped deeper into its jaws.The blood throne.At the center of everything stood the Alpha.Who was raised into the place where heirs didn't grow but disappear, where coffins were more than crown.Mercy was weakness and survival meant learning how it feels.