Maya
My leg bounces in anxiety as we approach Stormclaw. So many awful memories from fifty-six years living in that hell hole have begun resurfacing, memories that I wished would have stayed gone forever. I was an only pup until I turned twelve and had trained to take over the pack in case my mother couldn’t have more children. Then everything had changed.
The pack had thought that my mother was unable to conceive after having me due to her and my father being middle-aged by werewolf standards, but then Kazil was born. I went from being the heir of my pack to nothing but a she-wolf who would provide strong pups one day—spares in case Kazil couldn’t produce a pup himself.
My father ridiculed me when I said I wanted to continue my alpha training when Kazil turned five. I was seventeen whe
