They called me the weakest Luna of Silvermoon Pack. I couldn’t shift or fight, and even my mate saw me as a burden. Then his childhood friend framed me, and he locked me in a burning shed to die. But death awakened the wolf hidden in my blood. Now my mate has lost his title, my enemy has lost everything, and the Pack is waiting for a new Alpha. They wanted me weak. I came back stronger than all of them.
