Velara's POV.
Many years ago.
The moon hung low in the sky that night, its silver light slicing through the trees like a blade, casting shifting shadows along the forest floor. My paws pounded the earth as I tore through the woods in my wolf form, my breathing coming fast and wild. Leaves whipped at my flanks. Twigs snapped beneath my weight. My heart thundered in my chest - but not from my run.
From rage. From defiance. From pain.
Another fight with my father. Another reminder of my duty to the pack. Another speech about strength and submission and bloodlines. Another order to learn my place beside the male I was bound to - the future alpha of our pack. A dominant wolf with a steel jaw and even colder heart. A man who saw me not as a partner, but as a possession.
I snarled and pushed
