Lucian

I stared at her. She either didn’t see me, or chose to ignore the resentment burning in my eyes. Instead, she turned to challenge the other lady to archery.

Even though she's weak, she's exceptionally good at archery, after all, that was what brought us together in the first place. It was the reason we met.

I was five then. Small enough to believe monsters only lived in stories. But that night, I learned they had fur, and sometimes wore my father’s face.

Alpha Gregory Blackwell, the Alpha of a fallen pack called Silverfang.

Silverfang had once been proud, strong, and respected. Not the largest pack in North Bend,...