Chapter 36

• Aysel’s POV
• The day of aunt Yuna Ward’s death anniversary always leaves the air in Moonvale thick and heavy. Even the winds outside the pack’s estate seem to move slower, as if afraid to disturb the ghosts that still linger.
• From the moment I woke, a dull ache throbbed beneath my ribs—my wolf restless, my pulse sluggish. I stared at my reflection: black dress, pale skin, the faint shimmer of gold in my irises betraying my bloodline. I looked every inch the Alpha’s daughter… yet felt like nothing more than a shadow wearing her skin.