My Mother Bled Me Dry for the Pack

A rival pack invaded, plunging our pack into the worst crisis we had ever faced.

The witch, Morgana Vale, said that only a blood sacrifice could save the entire pack.

So despite my anemia, I was dragged onto the altar. Morgana slit my wrist, and the moment my blood dripped onto the totem, the ritual began.

When the bleeding got to be more than I could take, I tried to call it off, but my mother stopped me cold.

"Sweetheart, hold on a little longer. You're the Alpha's daughter. Making a small sacrifice for the pack is only right. It's just a little blood. It won't kill you."