Zara stood in the corner of her dark chamber, eyes narrowed as one of her spies knelt before her, breathing hard, dust clinging to his cloak from the long journey.“What did you see?” she asked coldly, her voice like ice.

The spy kept his head bowed. “It’s done... the Mate Ceremony. Damian has claimed her. The entire pack witnessed it. They accepted her as Luna.”

Zara’s jaw clenched. Her fists curled tightly at her sides. “And the wolf? What of the White Wolf?”

The spy hesitated ...