Ben's POV

The broken mirror showed a stranger looking back at me. A stranger with no hair, just a skull and eyes like dark pools lacking any warmth or light. It was hard, nearly impossible, to accept this face as the man I used to be.

The man who dreamed of honor, loyalty, and life in the sunny fields of the Black Hound Pack. Now, I was a creature of darkness, a piece in a power game I barely understood.

I put my hand on my bare head, feeling the cold and smooth skin. A shiver went through me not from the cold but from the strong memory that returned....