My name is Elara, the second princess of the Silvermoon Court.
For twenty-four years, I hid my moonblood and lived under my sister Celeste’s protection.
She married into the North to keep the peace. I thought one day she’d come home in glory.
Instead, she came back in a black coffin.
Her limbs were broken. Her wolf mark had been carved out. She had only one breath left.
Before she died, she left me two warnings: “White wolf” and “Don’t trust Ronan.”
The northern envoy called it punishment under ancient law. Said she brought it on herself.
They had just sent one princess home broken, and already they wanted Silvermoon to send them another bride.
No one in the throne room dared answer.
So I picked up the marriage decree.
They wanted a quiet little sacrifice.
Fine. I’d go.
But this time, the bride was coming for blood.
