After her fated mate rejects her and her pack erases every trace of her existence, a werewolf is left with nothing but the memory of their betrayal. She returns determined to make those who cast her out answer for what they did.
I'd scented him at fifteen and spent two years counting down to the night he could claim me in front of the He stood under my mother's black candles, looked at me in my green dress, and said it loud enough for three hundred wolves to hear. I, Cain Drexter, reject Windhale as my mate. I felt the bond snap like a rib.
I went down on one knee on my own birthday floor, and the hall was so silent I could hear the candles Here's the part I still can't explain. Nobody moved. Three hundred people watched an alpha's daughter get discarded, and my family stood there like a row of
I woke the next morning and the house had stopped speaking to me. Not cold. Cold would have been a relationship. I walked into the kitchen and my mother looked directly through my forehead like I was a window with a nice view. Morning, Mom.
Nothing. Dad, do you need me at the nine o'clock? His office door closed. And when I reached for the mind link,
the thing every wolf in this house is born into, the warm, crowded hum of five voices that had been in my skull since I could walk, I found a wall.