With everything that had been going on, my birthday had completely slipped my mind. Not that I had a reason to look forward to it as everything that excited many she-wolves about their eighteenth moon birthday, I had already experienced. And even as Zillah wished me a happy one, I had merely stared at her, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
She had called it the right moment and somehow, with her very surprising presence, the history I was now aware we shared, what she’d uttered about my uncle and my tattoo summoning her, I had known that fate was at it again. And there was no way in hell I could have been prepared by what my eighteenth moon had brought with it.
That shoe had dropped with a loud thud that I was sure had echoed all the way to the ends of the realm. Sarabeth had given re
