I am Moon Wilder Blackwood, and I am about to be rejected.
I can feel it. Like an itch under my tri-colored fur.
Sixteen years old, first day at the Northern-Southern Alpha Academy — because yes, after my Mom sealed the Triumvirate, the North and South finally made a joint school so their future Alphas wouldn't kill each other — and I am standing in the middle of the Great Hall with my brother Ronan, who is sixteen too but looks eighteen because Full Moon boys grow stupid fast, and every wolf in the hall is staring.
Because we are the Triumvirate twins. Girl for Love, Boy for Power. Crescent and Full Moon. One gold eye, one silver eye each, mirrored. White hair with black and silver tips that we both refuse to cut. Mom says we look like our Dad Cade when we're angry and Dad Rhys when we
