others try to break it."
The Blackwood courtyard remained tense long after the truth had been spoken.
No one dared to leave.
No one even dared to breathe too loudly.
Because the balance of power in the pack had just shattered before their eyes.
In the center of the courtyard stood Isolde.
The girl they had once ignored.
The girl they had mocked, beaten, and treated like nothing.
Now she stood beneath the moonlight with silver hair flowing down her back and a quiet strength radiating from her body.
And beside her stood Prince Ariel.
Lycan royalty.
The most powerful man any of them had ever seen.
Together, they looked like something out of an ancient legend.
But not everyone accepted that reality.
Valen Blackwood stood rigid among the gathered wolves, his chest rising and falli
