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.
It cut me out of the pack link. Do you understand what that is? It's not silence. It's being buried alive inside your own head
while everyone you love talks over the top of your coffin. Then it was a bad month. Then it was two hundred breakfasts alone at a table set for I broke a mug at my father's feet once, on purpose, just to see if he'd look up. He stepped over the pieces. That was the night I stopped being their daughter,
and started being an observer in their house. And an observer sees everything. I know which stairwell has no camera. I know every patrol rotation on this land. Which is how I'm crossing the county line right now at 82 miles an hour with everything I own strapped to my back. I'm not running away. I'm reporting for duty.
Eleven days ago, a black envelope arrived at a PO box my family doesn't know exist. exist. One card, a silver crown, three lines. And four nights ago, something happened that