That year, the Snowfang Pack had just annexed several smaller wolf packs in the surrounding regions, expanding its territory and prestige.
That year, I had not yet officially become Ryan’s mate, nor had we held the Moonlit Ceremony that symbolized an eternal bond.
“It’s not surprising she’d have a headache,” came a sharp whisper behind me. “Prince Ryan has been making public statements on all the major networks for three days now, announcing he’s breaking off the engagement with the Snowfang Pack!”
I stopped Annie, my maid, from snapping back in my defense.
The situation was far more complicated than just a broken engagement.
A few days ago, Ryan was ambushed by rival packs while inspecting the newly annexed borderlands. Gravely injured, he fell off a cliff and was rescued by a young she-wolf living in seclusion deep in the forest.
She was delicate and beautiful. In a desperate attempt to save him, she used a forbidden herb to heal his wounds, which ultimately cost her the ability to speak.
Ryan was deeply moved by her sacrifice and brought her back to the main castle of the Alpha King’s territory.
From that day forward, he declared to the entire pack that she was the only one he would marry. He even went as far as to vow that this nameless, mute she-wolf would one day become the future Luna—the queen of all wolves.
