Maria Stormfang once lived in peace.
As the cherished daughter of Alaric Stormfang—the Alpha who defied exile and united the forsaken—she grew up surrounded by love, despite the shadow of a crime her parents were accused of committing. A sin under Moon Law. A betrayal they swore never committed.
Then the rogues came.
They slaughtered her clan.
They butchered her parents before her eyes.
And as her father bled out beneath a burning sky, he whispered only one thing:
“Remember the lullaby… and forgive me for not telling you sooner.”
Before he could finish, claws pierced his heart.
The last thing Maria heard before the darkness was a chilling promise:
“You will do.”
Years later, Maria is nothing more than a lifeless shadow—sold, traded, and treated as less than a wolf. She despises her kind. Despises the Moon and fate .
But fate has not finished with her.
On the day she is dragged to a slave market near Lycan territory, two rulers sense something impossible.
A scent.
A pull.
A mate.
The Lycan twins—one cold and merciless, the other charming and dangerously manipulative—have never bowed to destiny.
Until her.
But Maria does not look at them with longing rather with hatred.
Because wolves destroyed her world—and she will never belong to one. Her scent is not fully wolf. Her aura is not entirely Lycan. And the lullaby her father made her memorize begins to echo—not as comfort, but as a key.
Her parents were not banished for treason.
They were hiding something.
They were hiding her. And when the Lycan kings kneels before her and whispers, "Where did you get that mark?” she realizes something terrifying—
She was never meant to survive but to awaken.
If she is neither wolf nor Lycan…
what exactly did the rogues steal that night.
