Chapter 8

I'd heard the word only in bedtime stories. Moonborn. Once in a generation, a wolf born in the dark of an eclipse. The Moon Goddess's own blood, running thin in a mortal body. A moonborn's bond could crown an Alpha, or break one. Whatever pack she chose to run with would bend to her. Not to its Alpha. To her. Theo stood in the cabin doorway behind me, silent, arms folded. "Magnus wanted the power," Marta whispered. "A moonborn mate makes an Alpha stronger. Faster. Harder to kill. Why do you...