<This is the beginning of the second story>

Everyone in the pack knew I was destined to be Andrew’s mate. It was fate—our natural bond, the whispers of the elders, the way our wolves gravitated toward each other.

I thought so too.

Until the night before our mating ceremony.

That was the night the rogues attacked.

Amid the chaos—the blood, the snarls, the clash of fangs and claws—Andrew made a choice.

He pushed me aside.

And protected her instead.

Elsa.

Something inside me shattered. I watched as he shielded her with his own body, his wolf curling around her possessively. My mate. My alpha. My fate.

And yet, at that...