Before our tenth mate-bond anniversary, I found Damian’s mistress wearing the black silk nightgown I had ordered to surprise him.
She mocked my swollen body and my inability to shift in front of the entire Silver Ridge pack. Damian covered her with his cloak—and ordered me to apologize.
Six years ago, I took a silver arrow protecting a pup and went from Silver Ridge pack’s strongest white wolf to a woman who could barely climb the stairs. Damian took my victory, my Alpha seat, and even used my daughter to force me into submission.
Then a healer revealed the truth: the silver poison was already gone.
The “medicine” Damian made me take was suppressing my wolf.
