Zara stood in the corner of her dark chamber, eyes narrowed as one of her spies knelt before her, breathing hard, dust clinging to his cloak from the long journey.
“What did you see?” she asked coldly, her voice like ice.
The spy kept his head bowed. “It’s done... the Mate Ceremony. Alpha Damian has claimed her. The entire pack witnessed it. They accepted her as Luna.”
Zara’s jaw clenched. Her fists curled tightly at her sides.
The spy hesitated for a heartbeat. “And the wolf! The White Wolf! She... awakened. During a fight in the arena. She transformed. It was her—silver eyes, glowing white fur. The ancient power... it’s her.”
Zara turned slowly, her body trembling—not with fear, but pure, blistering rage. Her lips twisted into a snarl.
“She was nothing,” she hissed. “A broken slave
