I gave up half my life in a deal with a witch, all because I wanted to be with Jalen. We were together for just one night before he told the packs we were married only for alliance. On the second day of our wedding, he left for war—and didn’t come back for three years.
While he was gone, I raised our son Desmond alone, waiting and hoping he would return. But when he finally came back, he didn’t come alone. He brought another woman—his true love—and their daughter. Then he looked me in the eye and said, “Move to the basement with your son. My daughter will take your room.”
For three years, he lived happily with them while I waited like a fool. That was the last time I let a man treat me like that. I gave him the divorce papers and walked away with my son.
I’m not just anyone. I’m Princess Silverhowl of the Pack. And from now on, I’m not chasing love—I’m taking the throne.
