Ten Years Later, I Hold the Alpha’s Antidote

Ten years ago, my pup was tortured to death by a mutant wolfsbane strain. Right in the pack hospital's ER.

I held her small, rapidly stiffening body. A dead, desperate cold seeped into my very marrow.

Her high-and-mighty Alpha father did it.

He personally ordered the pack’s only vial of pure antidote away.

Just to save his childhood sweetheart's daughter.

And that precious little girl? She just brushed against some silverweed in the garden. A mild allergic reaction. That was it.

That day, I took a silver dagger.

I carved the unforgettable mate mark right out of the flesh on my nape.