Chapter 2

2

Our Moonshadow Pack was just a small community, barely known in the grand hierarchy of the werewolf world.

We were supposed to live a quiet, peaceful life.

But one day, Sienna got into a petty argument over a piece of jewelry with a stranger at the local mall.

We all thought it was a minor incident and didn't give it a second thought.

But when that woman returned with a band of rogue ferals, we realized she was a high-ranking member of the Crimson Fang.

Though we managed to drive the rogues back, my father was gravely wounded in the process.

To save him, I secretly traveled to the Silver-Grove Healers, braving their deadly ancient traps to beg for a drop of their legendary Lunar Elixir.

I thought my father was finally safe, so I went into a deep meditative sleep to heal my own broken ribs.

But I never expected that when I woke up, all I would find was my father's cold corpse.

From my pack-mates, I learned that Gideon Sterling, the High Alpha of the Zenith Pack, had been losing control to his feral side and desperately needed a cure.

Sienna had been obsessed with Gideon ever since she saw him at the National Pack Summit.

Knowing he needed the elixir, she stole her own father's life-saving medicine and delivered it to Gideon like a trophy.

The rest of the Moonshadow Pack wanted to rip her throat out when they found out.

But by then, Sienna was already protected. Gideon had promised her an engagement in exchange for his life.

Even though our people were consumed by rage, we were powerless against the strongest Alpha in existence.

The memory faded.

I jammed the candles into the earth and stood up slowly.

I walked back to my small cabin and dug up the broken silver blade I had kept hidden for five long years.

Under the shocked gazes of my pack-mates, I ignored the searing pain of my dormant powers awakening and let my aura explode.

"If they won't give us justice, we'll take it by force!"