Chapter 6

The morning mist still clung to the slopes of Frostfang Mountain as I stood outside the Council Hall, inhaling deeply. Today, I was meeting Rocco, Alpha of the Crimson Moon Pack. A promise made long ago—when I was ten years old—was finally coming due. Back then, our two packs had formed an alliance, sealed with a sacred pact: The heir of Frostfang would one day become the mate of Crimson Moon’s warrior Alpha. A union of strength and blood—to safeguard the northern lineage of the...