The night before Sienna and Celeste’s eighteenth birthday, Sera had called them together for a meeting.
The Black River Pack had grown monstrous in size.
What had once been guarded forest and river land now sprawled for miles—thousands of wolves layered into rigid hierarchies, wealth braided tightly with power. Wyoming bent around Black River, not the other way around. Politicians courted it. Alphas feared it. Enemies planned endlessly and still failed.
Sera had built this with Thomas. He will never acknowledge to anyone, not even himself, that this accomplishment was not a singular effort.
Brick by brick. Body by body. War by war.
And tonight, on the eve of her daughters’ eighteenth birthday, Sera was willing to risk everything she had preserved for her children.
“Send them to me,
