I am Lilia. They said a she-wolf without a mate’s mark must bow her head forever. They said law is a chain, and tradition is fate. But when blood spilled across the wasteland and the old law crumbled, I hid my blade behind meekness, and rewrote my pack’s destiny with steel. I refuse the mark. I refuse the shelter. Beneath the moon, with no bond but my will, I claimed the throne. A tale of solitude, cunning, and freedom.