Thessalia thought back to the night she had met Marcus. She had been a homeless she-wolf, desperate for a place to stay in the Red Moon Pack. The Beta of Red Moon Pack had taken her in, offering her a chance at a new home and family, a chance to belong. She knew she was different from the rest of the pack—she was an outsider, an orphan with no family, no roots. When Alpha Marcus had opened his arms and accepted her, and for the first time in her life, Thessalia felt like she belonged.
Now she remembered that night vividly. Slowly, her mind began to recall the events of the evening—the howls of the wolves, the blazing bonfire, the music and laughter, and finally, in the shadows of the night, the den, and Alpha Marcus.
That night, she had thrown caution to the wind and given in to his sed
