The great hall of the Mating Ball had erupted into whispers, gasps, and disbelief. The rejection of two young wolves on the same night was almost unheard of, but the moment the second rejection rang out, something shifted in the air.

The chandeliers above flickered as if the moonlight itself had descended into the chamber. A silvery glow began to dance over the walls, sliding across the stone like living light. The wolves fell into stunned silence.

Little Fang stood trembling, not from fear ...