Moon was three years old and she had already bitten an Alpha King.
Not Magnus. Thank the Goddess.
Alpha King Magnus had been very respectful since her birth. He sent gifts every full moon — dresses, toys, tiny silver daggers. Creepy but respectful. He knelt in his own palace when she was born and he hadn't challenged us since.
No, Moon bit Alpha Rogan.
Rogan, my dear ex-fated mate, who had rejected me in my first life, who I had punched in the face on my rebirth, who was now Luna-less and desperate because Selene was wolfless and no one wanted him.
He came to White Moon for Moon's third birthday party. Uninvited.
I was in the garden with Moon on my lap — she was in human form today, chubby cheeks, wild white-black-silver hair that Cade could never brush, wearing a tiny black dress th
