Kane's claws had carved deep gouges into the ancient stone altar, four parallel lines that would remain long after tonight's decision. The sacred grove felt smaller now, suffocating, as if the weight of six centuries of werewolf tradition was pressing down on his chest.
Choose, the carved wolf totems seemed to whisper. Choose your pack or lose everything. Every instinct screamed at him to follow the path his bloodline had walked for generations—to claim his mate, to unite the packs under the old ways, to let the vampire prince face the consequences of stealing what belonged to the wolves.
But Luna's face kept flashing in his mind. Not the regal werewolf princess the elders wanted her to be, not the political alliance they needed her to represent, but the woman he'd loved since they were
