Two years had quickly passed since that fateful, blood-drenched duel in the colosseum.
I stood quietly in front of the tall vanity mirror, carefully examining the delicate silver necklace resting against my collarbone.
It was the same necklace Darius had placed around my neck on the first day we arrived at our new territory—the beautiful, sprawling house that the High Council of the Moon had built for us.
The past two years had been a season of hard-won peace. Slowly, news of my true identity and my sudden awakening had spread like wildfire across the valley. They spoke in hushed, reverent whispers of the legendary female wolf who possessed the devastating howl of the White Shadow.
People across the valley now deeply respected me, and just as importantly, they feared me. They knew e
