Chapter 12

The elders came to me the next morning. Five old wolves who had called me "the wolfless one" for ten years. Who had never once remembered my name. They knelt. "Silvermoon," the eldest said. "The pack is yours if you want it. Alpha. Luna. Whatever title you choose. The wolves already bow to you." I looked at their bowed gray heads. Ten years ago, I would have wept to hear it. "No," I said. "The pack needs—" "The pack needed me for ten years and treated me like a tool in a drawer. I'm done being...