Eighteen Years Ago…
In the cold ground of the abode of the Fire Moon Pack, where the night’s breeze howled gently, Sheila Swann is dressed in blood—literally.
The rest of the pack is holding a banquet, feasting, and drinking, laughing and merry-making.
But to Sheila, a soon-to-be mother of a baby girl, this is not a celebration. This shouldn’t be even full of smiles and cackles.
“This should be a bloodbath,” she inhaled the crisp night air as she whispered.
“Oh really? You must be that bitter to say that, Sheila Swann...” Celine Amberr’s voice is rough and dry. Her former best friend then gave her a mirthless grin. “You must be brimming with jealousy because Alpha Jonas chose me over you, who originally happened to be his mate.”
Clasping the snow of the winter ground, Sheila could’ve
