Araya Varrow spent years thinking that marrying the pack’s Alpha, Jasper Drevyn, would finally earn her a shred of dignity. Instead, it all blew up in her face. Jasper, proud as ever, shamed her in front of the whole pack, tossing her aside as if she meant nothing, wolf-less, unworthy, and pregnant with his child. Alone and exiled into the bitter cold, survival seemed like a lost cause.

But destiny had other ideas.

Just as her strength was giving out, Araya was found by Ronan Tharos, a Direwolf whose past is written in scars and whose gaze could melt stone. His methods are harsh, his temper sharp, but he pushes Araya harder than anyone ever has. Under Ronan’s relentless training, the wolf inside her finally roars awake—enormous, silver as the moon, and bound to an ancient prophecy. The child she carries isn’t merely a symbol of her old life; he’s the linchpin in a legend that could either heal the rift between wolves and Direwolves or plunge Drevalon into chaos.

When word reaches Jasper that Araya is not only alive but thriving, he returns a shell of the man he once was—pleading at her feet for a second chance, willing to risk everything. But Araya is no longer the vulnerable woman he cast aside. She’s carved herself into a force to be reckoned with, standing at the head of her own pack, a Direwolf at her side, and a son whose power could shake the world.

Now she stands at a crossroads: forgive the man who betrayed her, or embrace the wild Direwolf who taught her to fight for her future.

In a realm where betrayal hits harder than any blow and the fires of prophecy burn hotter than revenge, Araya is ready to take her place at the top and make sure every last wolf who turned their back on her remembers her name.

I followed Lucian onto the battlefield and understood immediately why prophecies were feared throughout history.


This wasn't war. This wasn't even battle in any traditional sense.


My six-month-old son, transformed into a seven-foot monstrous form that defied nature itself, moved through enemy ranks like death incarnate. Claws flashing in arcs of silver and black. Fangs tearing through flesh and bone. Bodies falling before they could even scream, before their minds could process what was killing them.


The pristine white snow turned red within moments. Then deeper crimson as more blood spilled. Then black as it soaked into the frozen ground in quantities that shouldn't be possible.


"Fall back!" someone screamed. The Silverfen Alpha, his voice cracking with panic I'd never heard from a pack leader. "FALL BACK! It's not natural! It's—it's an abomination! It's—"


Chapter 77 - Blood on the Snow