A rough raspy male voice spoke from above me causing shivers up my spine as my skin turned bumpy in fear."General Costello McBride, do you know why I am here sitting in this shack of a tavern drinking this horse piss next to you?" The voice said. I assumed it was the man placing his weight over my knee keeping me from my escape

in all my 300 years, I had never met someone to call my mate. I lived a life of solidarity with my brother, alone in a kingdom we built together sitting still for ages petrifying over time. that all changed when I saw her, I don't know what compelled me to care for her let alone a mortal. maybe it was my lust for her blood but maybe it was something much darker more carnal than I could have ever imagined being a part of myself.

war was waged years ago leaving death in its wake and many motherless children, many were split among the surviving pack sold in to servitude to attone for their packs treason...then i was an alphas daughter luna of the bloodtide pack, those memories from long ago nothing but a blank sheet to her now. her mate xander is the only connection she has to her past, is it time to unravel the truth?