I woke up to chaos.
Not the quiet, pine-scented chaos of White Moon. The loud, angry, Beta-shouting, warriors-stomping chaos that only happens when two packs are about to go to war.
"She marked him! A wolfless girl marked the Alpha of Alphas! It's impossible!"
"He didn't mark her! She marked HIM! The bond is backwards!"
"White Wolf! I saw white fur! It's a myth! It's a curse!"
I sat up in my bed — my bed, in White Moon — and my head pounded. I was wearing an oversized Blackstone t-shirt that smelled like Cade. My body ached like I had been hit by a truck.
The silver crescent on my forehead was no longer faint. It was bright, pulsing softly. And on the back of my knee, the golden bite mark glowed faintly under my skin.
We did it, Luna yawned sleepily inside my head. We marked our mat
