I was just five years old when my world didn't just turn upside down—it imploded. My parents, two wolves who never found their fated mates, did the next logical thing: they married and had me and my little brother. But, cue the cruelest twist of fate, shortly after my brother was born, Dad met his fated mate.
My mom, who had spent her life yearning for her own true connection, saw the battle in his eyes—the primal call of the mate bond warring with his chosen family. With the immense grace and selflessness only she possessed, she set him free. They went to the elders and, with heavy hearts, decided on a painful split: one child each. My tiny, puppy-eyed brother went with Dad to start their new life, and I stayed with Mom.
The heartbreak was sharp and real. But my parents were determined
