The day I burned to death, my Alpha husband, Darren Rowe, was in the Coral Isles with our son and daughter, celebrating his first love's birthday. When I opened my eyes again, I was 27. My son, Milo Rowe, was 6, and my daughter, Ruby Rowe, was 4. I was Vera Rowe, Luna of the Blackridge Pack. Darren controlled the largest werewolf conglomerate on the continent, and every she-wolf envied me for being his Luna. The moment I realized I was back, I took the agreement to dissolve our marriage and mate bond to Sabrina Lennox. "Darren is yours. He can have the children too. Get him to sign this. Once the 30-day notice period is over, I'll leave." Sabrina's hand froze around her coffee cup. "Vera, do you know how many women would kill to have your place?" "I do. Now it's yours." She stared at me for a long time before finally taking the agreement. "Once I get something, I never give it back." "You won't have to." I didn't want any of it anymore.