I was the Luna of Moonridge Pack, the smartest wolf they had. Every battle we won, every strategy that made us powerful, that was me. My brain, my plans, my ideas. But nobody knew. My mate, Alpha Kael, took everything I created and told everyone it was his. He treated me like trash, and also had a girlfriend everyone knew about. Hurt me when nobody was looking. For six whole years I survived this, the mate bond made it impossible to leave, or so I thought. Then his girlfriend got pregnant with the baby I could never give him. That was it. I was done and fed up, I planned to run away in two weeks. But three days before I could escape, she lost the baby. Somebody poisoned her. And now everyone thinks I did it. They locked me in the dungeons and in three days I will be sentenced to death for murder. My own dad is not even sure I am innocent, the whole pack hates me and all the evidence says I am guilty. Except I did not do it, somebody set me up, somebody wants me dead. They think I am weak, they think I will just give up and die. They are so, so wrong. My name is Aria Silvercrest and I have survived six years of pure hell. I am not dying now, not like this, not without fighting back with everything I have. This is my story, and it is just getting started.