I remembered the first time I ever heard about the ritual. That day, Kael had come home from the packhouse, his expression tight and strained as he told me the Alpha triplets had been cursed by the Moon Goddess.

The three powerful men had started to feel off. Their wolves had grown more unhinged, bloodthirsty, ruthless as though they were turning rogue. It had been taking a toll on them mentally and since it seemed to be more spiritual than physical, they summoned a diviner.

And when they did, they heard the curse:

The three Alpha triplets—Lucian, Silas, and Claude have strayed from all I stand for. I gave them...