Years passed like the soft curve of moonlight over snow. The world shifted, but old covenants and politics remained.

The war that had been whispered along the borders never arrived.

Not yet. Not quite.

But there was still work to be done to forge alliances, join bloodlines, and purchase peace with promises.

Nephtar was the daughter of the White Fang beta. Shy in the public eye, but with a blaze and a gleam that had won the hearts of so many. Even the Alpha of the Black Claw Pack, ...