The van jolted over rough roads, my hands bound behind my back and a blindfold tight over my eyes. The knife had been taken away once I was secured, but the threat lingered in the heavy silence of the enforcers around me. I forced my breathing to stay even, refusing to let them hear me tremble.
I knew exactly where they were taking me.
The place where it all began.
The old Silver Moon pack house.
The same ritual chamber where Darius had publicly declared me wolf-less, chained me to Ryker’s massive bed like a sacrifice, and walked away laughing with his new Luna on his arm.
The memories tried to rise — the cold bite of metal on my wrists, the humiliation, the raw pain of betrayal. I pushed them down. I was no longer that broken Luna. I was the queen who had awakened the curse, defeated
