My father was the Alpha of the Silvercrest Pack, the most powerful pack on the Northern Frontier. My mother had been a royal she-wolf of the Valdorian wolf nation.
I was born an Alpha-blooded daughter of the Silvercrest line, raised in moonstone and silver. Then one spring, on a hunt near the Greenshire borderlands, I stumbled upon Finn Thornwood, the unwanted second pup of the Thornwood Pack.
His brothers had been tearing each other apart over the Alpha succession, and he'd nearly been killed in the crossfire. They broke his leg and left him in a ditch, half-starved and wolfless, unable to shift.
I felt sorry for him. So I saved his life.
Then, sharing those cramped border dens day after day, I fell in love with him.
When I swore I would mate with Finn and no one else, my father was furious. His voice went cold as iron, and the weight of his Alpha aura pressed down on the room until the air itself seemed to thin.
"If you mate with that man, I no longer have a daughter."
Finn swore to the Moon Goddess he would cherish me for the rest of his life.
I stripped off my moonstone and silver, put on a plain cotton dress, and became his mate.