Percy's POV
One Year Later
"Come on, Percy! Hit me like you mean it," Aaron taunts, dancing around the training ring.
My best friend—the closest thing I have to a brother—grins at me with that infectious smile of his.
"It's your birthday, Aaron. I don't want to ruin your pretty face before the party," I shoot back.
We're complete opposites. Where Aaron radiates warmth and light, I'm all shadows and rage. His presence keeps the darkness from swallowing me whole, but nothing can erase what's been eating at me since I watched my father die.
I'd spent years plotting my revenge against Alpha Joseph. I was going to destroy everything he loved. But that all changed when his mate saved my life. Luna Dorothy didn't just save me—she demanded I live. She has the same golden glow as Aaron, this light that cuts through everything dark. She grabbed my face and told me dying wasn't an option.
I was ready to let go, ready to stop carrying this crushing grief. But she wouldn't let me.
