'Why wouldn't we just accept the moon goddess's selection and claim her? Why do we have to even think about this?' The questions echoed relentlessly in his mind, stirring up a whirlwind of uncertainty and unease.
As for Mark, his mind was burdened with an overwhelming sense of fear. Whenever he thought about his mate, he had mixed feelings.
He couldn't shake off the nagging worry that his pack would be put in grave danger.
The girl, viewed as a threat by all the other packs, was destined to ignite a war.
It was only a matter of time before they rallied against her, fueled by their own insecurities and rivalries.
'War against the war queen?' A wry chuckle escaped Mark's lips. It wasn't that he held her in contempt; he simply had no desire to be entangled in the chaos of battle.
If he accepted her, his pack would have to join in on any battle they were fighting.
