- - Prologue - - THREE YEARS AGOBrax’s pov"So, can I have a hug to say goodbye?" Airk asked me."Sure," I replied, opening my arms. Airk moved his small frame towards mine and placed his head against my chest."I’ll miss you."It felt right to hold him, but it shouldn’t. Airk was only fifteen, and I was eighteen and unmated. Perhaps in time we would find out we were mates, but speculating about future mates is something my mother always warned me about.At the White Claw pack where I grew up after we left home, it wasn’t allowed to speculate about mates. You weren’t permitted to date anyone without a wolf, once you turned eighteen, either. You wouldn’t want to risk someone falling for you before they met their true mate.Of course, people still dated in secret, but it was much easier to get my freak on once I turned eighteen six months ago. I had experimented with whoever seemed interesting. I didn’t want to limit myself to just one gender; I could find something attractive in almo

Argo’s pov "I’ve talked with mom, and we both agree it would be a great idea if you both went to spend summer break at the Blood Rock Pack." Dad said to me and my brother. "You’re fucking joking." There was no way in hell I was leaving right now. Things with Hazel were just starting to look up. Why both Isaac and I fell for the same girl is beyond me. He never liked the same type of girl as I did. He wanted to be intellectually stimulated, whatever the fuck that meant. Isaac is a nerd, but he’s my best friend. Me, my twin brother Airk, and Isaac form an unbreakable bond. We were raised together and lived in the same house for years. But now a girl has gotten in between us. Thank the fuck, I don’t have to worry about that with Airk. He’s as gay as can be. "We’re not fucking joking," mom replied. "First of all, Elora is weeks away from giving birth, and you’ll probably be too busy with school to be able to visit when he’s here. I don’t want you missing school anymore; you’re already

Mila’s povI was seven when I left here. Mom hadn’t been back here; it had been too painful, but I wanted to support my big brother. He was trying to do something good, and the pack was doing a lot better than it was before he took over.Alpha Brax, I laughed to myself. Our father had been adamant about naming Brax after himself. Braxton. And now, Brax has never used his full name. Where Brax was kind, funny, and compassionate, Dad had been mean, selfish, and brutal.Our father had this idea that women were less than men, and he was so threatened by the idea of a female alpha that he hired someone to kill Alpha Aeryn when she was six. Yeah, I wasn’t kidding when I called him brutal.Who in their right mind pays someone to kill a little girl?!But Daddy Dearest was double-crossed, and they never killed Aeryn. Instead, they took her and her sister and sold them to a school. The same school where my mom was bought from. The whole thing was so messed up that it could fill a whole book. Bu

Mila’s pov Did Argo really think he could swoop in and take over the whole training ground? I had been training here every morning and sometimes afternoon since I got here. Besides, Brax deserved some alone time with Airk. At the Silver Claw pack, we celebrated coming of age in a big way, especially since I was part of the Alpha’s family. Not just with a fancy dress party, where we would wear ball gowns and suits, but also with a competition between all the seventeen-year-olds that hadn’t gotten their wolf yet. Four times a year, there would be a tournament between all the seventeen-year-olds that would be getting their wolf that year. And it so happened that a few days before my birthday, another tournament would start. It was a way to prove your strength and skill, to show that even as a human, you were strong. And then, once you got your wolf, there was a chance to prove yourself against the older wolves. Mom didn’t want me to join the tournament because she was scared I would

Airk’s pov When Brax offered to show me and Argo around yesterday, I thought it would be just the three of us. So when Argo decided not to go, I thought Brax and I would have some alone time. However, it was dumb of me to assume this since we were headed to a packhouse that was under construction. Of course there would be workers, and, goddess, there were many workers at the packhouse. So much for some alone time. So the next day, when we got to work together, I was sure there wouldn’t be time for me to get close to Brax again. It was still nice to do this with Brax, though. Mostly because he looked absolutely amazing in his sleeveless shirt as he carried beams from one part of the house to the next. “You’re drooling,” Brax said with a wink, and I blushed, realizing he noticed I was staring. “You’re too good-looking,” I replied, trying my best to flirt with Brax. Our first kiss was luck or bravery, but I wasn’t sure what I was doing. Having no experience with flirting or kissing,