He Wanted Me Weak. He Found Me Dead

I was one of my pack's strongest warriors. Until I lost control one full moon and hurt my own parents. To stop it, I endured monthly rituals to seal my wolf—pure agony. Today, the day before my next sealing, I drank fatal wolvenom. I left a suicide note and a moonstone gift under my pillow. I thought I was saving my family from myself. But just before the ritual, I heard Caleb—my fated mate—say, "We seal her one more time. Keep her weak long enough for Elara to become Lead Warrior."

I never lost control. He drugged me. He planned it all.

When he found my cold, lifeless body, he shattered.