Five years later...
The world had changed in five long, grinding years.
Lucian Wolfe, Alpha of the Eastern Highlands, sat upon the obsidian throne carved generations ago by his bloodline. He wore the mark of his status now not just on his skin, but in the heaviness behind his eyes. Once a student warrior of Blackmoon Academy, now he was ruler of one of the largest territories.
And yet…
He had never felt more powerless.
Beside him stood his Luna—Seraphine. Regal. Unflinching. Beautiful in the way ice can be beautiful—silent, distant, deadly. Her silks were pristine. Her posture perfect. Her fingers slightly entwined in his.
Not out of love.
But out of obligation.
They did what they were supposed to.
Mated, whenever the opporunity presented itself.
They led together.
But that was
