Finn

I was barely sixteen when I found my mother’s body in our pack house, her throat torn out, my father kneeling beside her in a pool of blood. The evidence planted by Alpha Alaric—Scarlett’s father— was meticulous. Witness testimonies, my father’s supposed motive, even his rage were all twisted into a perfect lie that convinced some of our own pack.

My father, former Alpha Marcus Foster, was executed for a crime he didn’t commit. I watched him die with his head ...