Prologue
October, 1993
The wind was howling. It was an eerie sound, which could be heard all through the house. The sound and wind put all members of the pack on edge. It masked any sound and smell from intruders outside of the house. And everyone knew that the pack was in their weakest moment right now. Their alpha was dying. Their Luna was growing weaker with every last breath her mate took.
Alpha Marcel was loved by all. He was a devoted Alpha, mate and father. He was contested for his place as Alpha only once by a rogue, but he didn't lose and fought valliantly. But now his strength was disappearing. His heartbeat getting weaker. He had been sick for only a short while. But the sickness had spread hard and fast through his body.
His Luna, Joanna, was fierce. She stood by Marcels side and always had his back. She was loyal to a fault, but not a loving person to anyone except her mate. He had all the love, but she had the ferocity that was needed in hard times. Now she was slowly losing her mind as her mate lay dying.
Outside other packs and rogues were roaming the grounds. Looking for a way in. Looking for a way to become the uncontested leader of the strongest pack in all of Vanger, the Fallen Angel Pack.