POV: Alpha Jackson
The air in the Royal Palace courtyard was thick with the scent of ozone and ancient judgment. Standing on the high terrace, I watched the shift in the world’s axis. For ninety years, the Conrads had been the sun around which these territories revolved. Today, that sun was being extinguished by the cold, brilliant light of the Moonstone.
Beside me, Amethyst stood with a stillness that was almost frightening. She didn’t look like the girl who had collapsed at my border months ago—the one who had run from the Wildfire Pack until her paws bled, her green backpack shredded, and her heart shattered by a fated mate who had called her a "freak."
I remembered the fury I felt when I first heard her story—how Desmond had mocked her purple eyes, those beautiful, luminous marks of
