VIKTOR’S POV

I sat on the porch, watching the smoke curl from my cigar, bored out of my mind as I waited for the new girl who arrived at my pack today.

Ariel Virellis.

After my Beta took her to Ravenna, I ran a quick background check to confirm her story about being from Moonshade, my old pack.

She hadn’t been lying.

My grip tightened around the glass in my hand as memories I had buried deep began to crawl back. I shoved them aside, letting only one remain.

Anya—my halfsister.

“Please don’t go,” little Anya had clung to my jeans, crying as I stuffed a few clothes into a...