Chapter 7: The Widow's Crown of Thorns

They called me the Iron Luna. The title was bestowed upon me like a crown of thorns, each prick a reminder of the lie I lived. The Sunflare pack celebrated me. I had avenged my first mate, they said. I had shown the strength of a true Alpha’s partner by striking down the Shadowmoon’s greatest weapon. Thorne’s smile was a permanent fixture, his grip on the pack’s council tightening with every toast to my name. I accepted the praise with a hollow smile, my hand forever feeling the ghost...