Wolf Moon
"Silvia Ironwolf, for your crime of murder, you will be forever banished from the Packs," Omega Rovit intoned. Another humiliation. To have my fate read out to me by the lowliest member of the Ironwolf Pack while all the others turned their backs. Rovit was loving it. He had worshipped Jedan. He leaned forward, his face close to mine, his spit landing on my face, "And if you ever return to the Wildlands," he finished, "You will be torn limb from limb, your remains fed to the vultures."
If my hands had not been bound by the leather mitts, shackled together with silver, I would have ripped his sneering face from his skull and fed that to the vultures.
My nails scraped against the soft leather interior of the mitts. My iron nails. The pack guardsmen blunted many tools before giving up on removing the iron from my fingertips. The iron was part of me now.
They said that Jedan was barely recognizable when they found him.
They said that the iron was a curse that had been bred out of the pack centuries ago. They said that it was my curse that killed Jedan, future Alpha of Firewolf.
It was Jedan's inability to understand 'No' that killed him.
Now I will be punished. Banished forever from my pack, from the Wildlands.
From my love, Vuko. The brother of the man I have slain.
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Four years later and the Wildlands packs face a grave threat to their existence. Vuko, the reluctant Alpha of Firewolf, believes they need Silvia if they have any chance of survival.
*He* needs Silvia.
Will Vuko find Silvia?
Will Silvia forgive the packs for the injustice done to her?
Is she truly cursed?
Are Vuko and Silvia destined for each other?
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