The boy's confession haunted her through the endless night, his terrified words echoing in her mind with each step across the frozen wasteland.
Your former Alpha. Kieran Stormfang.
The name she had once whispered with devotion now tasted like poison on her tongue. She had been naive to think exile was punishment enough for his wounded pride. Of course he would want confirmation of her death, proof that his judgment had been absolute and his authority unquestioned.
Her claws carved furrows in the ice as she ran, supernatural fury building with every stride. The rage was different now—not the wild desperation of the hunted, but the cold calculation of a predator who had finally identified her true prey.
He had cast her out into the frozen wastes to die. When that failed, he had sent hunt
