Chapter 102. She Can’t Die

She’s the daughter of a warrior. The daughter of a prophetic Queen who was slain for her power. She’s the heroine of a prophecy, and she’s a goddamn white wolf with red eyes, which makes her some kind of hybrid with gifts. Gifts that a witch thought so powerful, she bound them until a time came when she needed to get them back. A witch who sacrificed her life and her son’s sanity to protect her. She’s someone to be reckoned with; she needs to find a way to bloom.

That doesn’t sound like any kind of weak no one to me, not a reject, or unworthy of an Alpha mate, and I need to own that shit. A black cloud of shame and failure has overshadowed everything I’ve done in my life for the past ten years, and believe I was never good enough because they told me so—but now it’s gone. Almost like someone lifted that lid and finally uncaged my soul. There’s nothing over my head weighing me down now, and that little voice that second-guessed it all—it’s dead, too. That was never my voice; it