They told me my daughter was born dead.
I grieved. Then I got angry. Then I built an empire.
Six years as a rogue. Six years turning exiles and outcasts into the most feared territory in the wolf world. I didn't need a pack. I made my own.
Then my scouts brought in a girl. Five years old. Burning with fever. Silver shackle marks on her wrists, her ankles, her neck.
She looked up at me and said, "You look like the lady in the photo."
She has my face. My eyes. My wolf.
My ex-husband told his pack she was his new Luna's daughter. He stole my child and erased me from her life.
He's coming to take her back.
He shouldn't have let me live.