Have you ever wondered what happens to a werewolf cast out by her own pack? I used to believe it meant death—pure and simple.
"Evira, stop playing the victim. You're nothing but a burden to this family." My father's parting words sliced into me like shards of ice, freezing the wound that never healed.
On that storm-lashed night, I curled up in the dim corner of a cave, my tainted blood burning like fire yet chilling me to the bone. No doctor to ease the pain, no family to hold me, no shred of hope left. They'd stripped me bare—my pack, my pride, my very will to survive.
But destiny had other plans—it wasn't done with me yet; it twisted my path in ways I never imagined.
Five years can reshape a soul. As I strode back into Moon Shadow territory, no one knew the broken girl they'd once branded a 'half-breed outcast.' The scars of my past had forged this truth in me: the sweetest revenge isn't hatred—it's rising above, living a life brighter than they ever dreamed I could.
