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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... *** I stood in front of the tall white archway, taking a deep breath. Finally. After nearly a full day of planes, trains, and cars, I was finally here—the Full Moon Pack. Home of the Lycans. Lycans were the top of the werewolf world. At the very top were the royal Lycans, then the rest of the Lycans. They all lived here in the Full Moon Pack. The rest of us—regular werewolves—lived scattered across the world in smaller packs, ruled by local Alphas. Normally, someone like me would never be allowed here. But I had
