Rejected by Fated Mate, Chosen by Moon

Synopsis

It was the night of the Rite of Passage, and the entire Silvermoon Pack had gathered at the sacred circle. My fated mate, Caius Wulfstan, held my younger sister Lia Moonshadow's hand. The moonfire still burned in the stone basin, its silver flames lighting up the faces of every young wolf who had just come of age. Some knelt before the fire, letting out a low growl as the shadow of a gray wolf appeared behind them. Others felt claws sprout from their fingertips, and the pack erupted in cheers, calling them natural-born warriors. When it was Lia's turn, the flames suddenly flared up. She closed her eyes, her long hair whipping in the wind. A faint, silvery mark appeared between her brows. It was barely visible, but the high pries Alaric Thornfield's expression shifted. "The Moon Mark." His voice trembled. He dropped to one knee. A stunned silence fell over the clearing. Then, cheers erupted. "Lia is blessed by the Moon Goddess!" "She's our future Luna." "Caius chose well." Lia opened her eyes. But she didn't look for Alaric or our Alpha, Ulric Wulfstan. Her gaze found me. She stood in the firelight, her face pale but her eyes blazing with a terrifying brightness. I knew that look all too well. When we were kids, she broke our mother's silver comb, but made everyone think I did it. That day, she'd given me that same look. I looked down at my hands. They were empty, as usual.