I’m the outcast who dared to bond with the Alpha’s sons. Not on purpose, of course. I knew better than to think a motherless, fatherless, half-wolf would ever be welcomed within their ranks. What I also knew was that I’d be punished. A lashing, five days on my knees, no food or water, something like that. Boy was I wrong. The alpha insisted our bond be rejected. This was old world magic. Dark magic. Strong magic. And yet, it didn’t work. We all knew I was nothing like them. A mut. Half wolf. Half unknown. But what we didn’t know was that when they put death on the table, the unknown half would be the one to save my life. Because sometimes the unknown is stronger than a thousand men. Stronger than magic. Stronger than death.