I, Alpha Killian, do not accept you, Seraphina, as my mate and my future Luna. Take thy death in the Dead Lands where thou belonged. In the Silver Moon Pack, it is death to be wolf-less. And the last two decades I was the glitch of the pack the girl who could not move, who could not fight, who could not even smell like a living thing. Whenever my predestined love, the strongest Alpha on earth, turned me down in front of everybody because of my frailty, I believed I was dead. But the Dead Lands was not my graveyard. They were a cradle. Turns out, I’m not wolf-less. I am a Lunar Healer, a god whose blood resurrects the dead. When Killian is crowning my sister and watching his kingdom rot due to some strange curse, I am assembling an army of his own so called rejects whom he sent packing. The Alpha who has broken my soul now is on his knees outside my gates, and infected, and pleading to be cured. He wants his mate back. But I am no submissive wolf any more. I’m a Queen. And other injuries are too severe to be cured even by a Healer.