PROLOGUE

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The pain in Belavina's chest was like nothing she's ever experienced before. It felt as if something had hit her square in the center of her soul. She couldn't even pull air into her lungs without being forced to hold her breath and save herself from the unbearable pain spreading through her body like a virus. She was struck dumb, staring as if lost in a nightmare she couldn't wake up from. A nightmare she cannot move in or speak her mind. And those around her, her allies, stood rooted to the spot, still as the night sky while her world came tumbling down. The giant wolf, white as snow, save the blood coating his thick fur, turned his mighty head to the sky and howled with victory. Her glowing eyes blinked, taking it in as if waking from a state of shock. She blinked again, and again, until she was gulping down air and shaking like a leaf in the icy wind. It was all too much for her to comprehend. He shouldn't have lost! She had made sure of it. And yet, there he lay, dead beneath the White Wolf as his warriors joined in his shattering celebration. It was all too much as her canines lengthened and claws grew on their own accord. She couldn't take the madness creeping into her very bones. The White Wolf killed her soul, and she could feel the way death signed her name, waiting for the moment she gave up. What does she have to live for except revenge? What more could she do but make sure he suffered like she was? She was going to make him pay if it was the last thing she ever did. The White Wolf, so much larger than her own wolf-form, dips his head to view his broken masterpiece, and all she could think about was getting him away from the precious body of her love... her mate. Something inside of her snapped with a sickening ring in her mind as she released the beast inside. Phasing and attacking all in the same second, she latched her sharp teeth into his side, grabbing a mouthful of his moonlit coat. He snarled, displaying his own bloody teeth, snapping at her neck but she did not care for his pathetic warnings. Nothing mattered except hurting him. She heard his warriors snarling and growling around her and yet no one dared to attack her - except the White Wolf. He sunk his teeth into her back leg, forcing her to release him and defend her open back and vulnerable legs. With true intent, her leg would have already been broken, but he is holding back - careful of where he draws blood. She held nothing back, completely submitting to her animal nature as she repeatedly attacked, never backing down from his constant warnings. She was the storm, making him bleed like he had made her heart bleed. Unknown to her, no other being had ever drawn so much of his blood. But she was no match for his experience and cunning nature. He used his weight advantage to pin her, ripping into her shoulder to force her into submission. She snarled and snapped at the air, viciously thrashing like a mad creature underneath him. He held her in an iron grip, pressing her down until she could no longer keep her connection to her wolf form - the fight dying in her - her soul fading and retreating so far back that it made her shiver as she gazed upon the dead mate she loved. The White Wolf released her as she shrank into her human self once more, curled in with her knees to her chest. The wolf rumbled with contentment at having her close to him. Submitting to him even if it meant she went mad or that he had to draw blood. That's all he wanted, to have her all to himself, to have her submit to him and realize that she now belonged to him and him alone. But his satisfaction was short lived as her older sisters' slam into his side, their packs attacking his own in a full out war. The sound was deafening. His pack members that had joined him had more experience, but this was her sisters' territory, and they had the numbers. Belavina crawled, naked and alone towards her dead mates still form, as the three packs stood at a standoff at the arrival of neighboring packs, eager to investigate. Her sisters could no longer openly attack him, and these packs weren't here by chance. He, the White Wolf, had orchestrated this all to come out on top. And the neighboring packs would no doubt support him because he wasn't just any White Wolf. He was royalty. A prince of our people. Belavina's hands shook with the force of her emotions before gathering Nate into her bruised and bloodied arms. Then she howled in pain, the force of the broken bond biting into her very being. She screamed as if someone held a hot poker to her shoulder where her mate's mark began to fade away. Her undeniable pain made even the hardiest warrior shift uncomfortably. "No! No! " She cried over and over again, burying her face against her first mate's chest, torn to shreds. "You are a monster to do this to someone you supposedly love." One of her two sisters snapped, as the gathered packs shifted back into their base forms. The golden-haired prince, beautiful in a way that only supernatural royalty could be, stands firm in all his glory, illuminated by the full moon's light. "This is our law, and I have proven myself the strongest and the worthiest." He says in a voice that could bring on a winter, "She is mine." "And all you have left is a broken spirited female who will be lucky if she is ever able to shift again." Her sister, Moira, hissed. The prince's deadly stare focused on his mate, once proud and determined, reduced to this defeated girl weeping herself sick. The prince's mood darkened as he strolled over to her, circling her, watching her with the eyes of a predator. She barely knew he was there or that the battle had stopped or that others looked on - some with pity, others with contempt. All she knew were the memories that wrapped around her mind and warped her reality, so deep was her grief. The prince could barely tolerate the way she held her last mate. The beast inside him raged and crawled to come out and claim her - bond and heal her shattered soul. She wouldn't be able to resist him then. This day would eventually be an unpleasant memory, not this all-consuming end that she believed it to be. She was much younger than him and he understood how his little mate couldn't see past her broken heart. Her sisters' faces showed their contentment and barely restrained control as the prince laid his fingers against the back of his mate's neck, looking down at her with a pleased look on his gorgeous face. Her lips parted at the feeling of energy flowing from his touch. That was the first time she had ever felt the connection blazing between them. She lifted her tearstained face up, the moonlight catching the sparkling drops of blood and tears smeared across her features. The prince loved the way she looked even at her very lowest. "Enough of this. There is no use in crying over what cannot be changed. He is gone." He told her, his eyes glowing still with the adrenaline of his victory, "I said that you would be mine and I have not disappointed. Your sisters will deal with his body, and you will come with me." "No!" she sobbed, pulling away from the prince's touch, infuriating him, something she shouldn't be able to do. Holding onto her first mate's body, her grip tightened as she howled at the moon, "Please," she begged her Goddess, "please!" *Please forgive any mistakes, from my side it shows that they are fixed but sometimes the chapters don't update on yours. *I have also released an independent book called The Feud. Please give it a read.
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