The night they drowned me, the moon turned black.
I remember the cold weight of the water, the hands that held me down, the whispers of the prophecy that doomed me before I was even born. The Twice Marked She-Wolf will bear two mates—one to crown her, one to ruin her. And the third bond… shall decide her fate.
I was sixteen when I learned the meaning of those words. Sixteen when the Moon Goddess sealed my true mate bond and forced another upon me. Sixteen when my own wolf was ripped from me, buried beneath a curse I didn't understand.
And sixteen when I died.
But fate is cruel. Death did not take me that night.
Damon Volkova did.
He dragged me from the depths, breathless and broken, with moonlight in his eyes and blood on his hands. He didn't know what he was saving. He didn't know he was the one meant to ruin me.
Now, five years later, I stand on the precipice of destiny. The Blackthorn Pack's Moon Banquet is only the beginning. The prophecy was never about love—it was about power. About the curse that binds me. About the third bond that was never a person at all.
Because if I complete them all…
I won't be a Luna.
I'll be the first Alpha Queen in supernatural history.
And nothing—not the mate who crowned me, the one who doomed me, or even the Moon Goddess herself—will take that from me.