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"Ezra! We caught a stray!" They hurl me into a massive clearing ringed with bonfires. There, tangled with some pretty new girl on a leather couch, is the Lycan crown prince himself—my new stepbrother, the man who swore to crush me. He shoves her off, snatches a wine bottle, and stalks toward me. "Don't tell me you're here because you've suddenly got a crush on me, little sis." I force my voice steady. "I came to ask you to attend your own coming-of-age ceremony." He throws his head back and laughs—and his group howls with him. "You ask me?" His fingers lock around my jaw, bruising. "More like your wh0re mother asks me. She knows she'll never be Queen if the heir won't show up." I meet his eyes anyway. "What difference does it make?" "RIP HER!" someone screams. "Feed her to the dogs!" Ezra raises a hand. Silence. His green eyes freeze me. "I have a better idea." He rams the bottle between my lips, forcing the burning liquor down my throat. I choke, gasping. "You'd do anything for your mother, right?" His voice drops low. "Then prove it." He gestures to the Lycans circling us. "Strip. My boys want to see what my step-sister's hiding." My blood turns to ice. They think I'm just some weak, unshifted she-wolf. They don't know I carry the ancient healing blood that could bring this pack to its knees. But right now, with his gaze boring into me, I'm not sure which is more dangerous— my stepbrother's hate, or the terrifying hunger flickering behind it... ***** After nearly twenty-four hours of planes, trains, and cars, I finally arrived. The Full Moon Pack. Home of the Lycans. In our world, regular werewolves lived scattered across smaller packs, ruled by local Alphas. But Lycans? They sat at the very top of the food chain and live in the capital. Deadly and untouchable. A nobody like me wasn’t supposed to be here. But I had a reason. Not that my reason made me feel any better. “Move it, mutt!” A brutal force slammed into my back before I could even take in
