It should've been history by now.
Three years had passed since Luna Reana of the Black Moon Pack made their jaws drop.
Three years ago, her destined mate – the one chosen by the Moon goddess herself – collapsed at her feet, blood pouring from every orifice.
No one knew what killed Hale. The Alphas called it a disease, buried the matter along with the man, and moved on.
But eight days ago, it happened again.
This time, it wasn't an Alpha. Not a warrior. Just a servant. A man the Alphas barely noticed – until they realized she'd taken him into her bed. And now, he's dead too…by a monster's claws.
Some whispered she called him her second chance mate. Most said she had lost her mind, or did it to solicit a response from them.
A servant could never be an Alpha. A servant could never sit beside them in the Council. It was an insult. A challenge. One the Council of Alphas could not ignore.
But that wasn't the true matter at hand anymore.
It was the Luna herself.
