At the full moon banquet, Alpha Draco slid a contract across the table—offering sixty thousand gold coins for my wolf, so Lilith could live. He priced my soul, my sacrifice, my pup. He forgot I carried his child. I tore the contract apart, ended the pregnancy alone in the rain, and walked out of Blackstone with my mother. Seven years later, when every pack kneels before my Moonstone formulas, he stands in the snow and begs: "Can you give me one more chance?" I look down at him and answer: "I don't want you to give me anything. I want you to lose." When the first snow falls, I place the Moonstone heir crest on my shoulder—and never look back.
