Betrayed by My Mate, Claimed by His Enemy

On the night of our eighth mating anniversary beneath the Silver Moon, I learned that I was carrying a pup.

That same night, my crystal communicator glowed with an urgent signal from the tracking spell bound to my mate’s war carriage. It showed that his carriage had exploded in the eastern territory.

My heart fell into my stomach. Tears covered my eyes.

“No… Moon Goddess, please no.”

Eight winters as Luna of the Silverhowl Pack. Four lost pups. Endless nights crying alone in our cold stone chamber.