Kessler

I quietly follow Lyra when I sense she isn't in the room. I overhear her conversations with her uncle, plotting against me. That jerk—I regret not dealing with him when I had the opportunity!

I have concealed my scent using a spell to remain undetected. I am furious with her for leaving the pack. Why would the moon goddess give me a second chance mate?

Annie, chosen by the council, seemed like a suitable match. But the unexpected twist with Lyra broke every barrier I had built ...