The pack feared her now.
Liana noticed it everywhere. Conversations cut off when she walked in. Warriors exchanged nervous looks around her. Whispers followed her through the hallways of the pack house.
Alpha killer.
That name had spread through Silver Crest like poison. By sunset, everyone knew what the rogues called her during the attack. Somehow, it scared them more than the attack itself.
She stood out on her balcony, staring at the dark forest that rimmed the territory. Rain hammered everything—rooftops, stone paths, windows. But even the storm couldn’t drown out her thoughts.
The Alpha Blood Heir. The Alpha killer. The prophecy.
Everything was spiraling. Worst of all, no one would just tell her the truth.
Her wrist ached beneath her sleeve. The glowing mark pulsed under her sk
