Not all packs are forever.
My father raised me and my twin as rivals, preparing us for the day when we would need to fight for his position… a fight that would leave only one of us standing.
My brother has been all in from the beginning, the power calling to him like a drug.
Me? I can’t even fathom challenging him. We shared a womb. He’s a part of me, whether he feels the same or not.
I have a plan, one where we both live and he gains the power he desperately craves.
My twin has a plan too, one that leaves me waking up in the arms of a stranger, marked as rogue, barely breathing, and with no idea how I got there.
