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The moment she stepped into the selection hall, thirty voices filled her mind at once. But the second she stood before him, everything went silent. She couldn't read him—not even a single thought. Yet his wolf recognized her the moment she walked in. She was his fated mate. ===== Emilia's POV Hybrid. Ba**ard. Curse. For a very long time, the words followed me through the halls of the pack house, across the training field. In the Frostridge pack, I was not simply disliked. I was considered an error that had somehow survived birth. My father was Alpha Henry, but being his daughter had never protected me, because my mother had been a witch, and in a pack that worshiped pure wolf bl**d above almost everything else, my mixed bl**d became a crime no one needed to prove before punishing me for it. My stepsister Linda was even better at it; she never needed to raise her hand when she could turn an entire room against me with one sweet, pitying glance. When I was younger, I used to wonder if they would have treated me differently if my wolf had awakened early, if I had shifted beneath the moon like every other Alpha-blooded child was expected to do, if my claws had been sharp enough and my howl loud enough to make them forget the witch half of me. But year after year, nothing came. By the time I turned twenty-two, I had already learned how to lower my eyes when elders looked at me with disgust, how to ignore the servants who whispered that I was cursed, and how to pretend my stepmother Dorothy's gentle smile did not hurt more than open cruelty because it always came before she reminded me, in the softest possible voice, that I should be grateful the pack still allowed me to stay. The only reason I had not completely collapsed under all of it was Brandon Cole. He had been my hope for so long that I no longer knew how to separate him from the idea of survival itself. Brandon was the strongest young warrior in our pack, handsome, admired, and respected in a way I had neve
