The rest of the ceremony passed in a blur—or at least, I assumed it did. My mind was too preoccupied to register much of it. My gaze drifted to the figures gathered at the foot of the hill, but all I could focus on was the monstrous cruelty of my father. He had sold off a part of his own pack, discarded those who had once stood beside my mother when she came to the Southern Moon Pack. It wasn’t the first time he had done it. He had betrayed her once before—when he killed her. But what ...