Irina’s POV
The late morning sun cast long, golden shadows over the quiet streets of the Willow Pack village as I dragged my feet toward home, the house I currently live alone because mom heads back to Moon Stone Pack already. My heart weighed down with confusion and a sadness I could no longer ignore.
Drake Simmons.
Even just the thought of his name was enough to sour the air around me. I wrapped my arms tighter around myself, as if I could physically shield my heart from the war raging inside.
I grew up in Moon Stone Pack, in my father's small, devout pack—a community built on devotion to the Moon Goddess, on purity, obedience, and faith. From the time I moved there after Riverdale Pack fanished, I was taught to honor Her choices, to accept the mate She blessed me with, no matter who
