Freedom never tasted so bitter.
A stolen love. A strangled curse. A heart of sin. And a fate touched in moonlight.
My men weave a tangled web around my soul, and I’ve formed a pack that will go to death and back for me.
The moon hangs low over my heart as the call of the endless sky draws me closer and I find myself lost in the abyss that was waiting for me out here.
Fate has left a bitter taste on my tongue, the haunting echoes of the past mocking me at every turn. But I’m not a pup anymore. And I won’t let another ten years pass without mending the rift in my heart.
Darkness draws near enough to devour me but I have forged a pack of wild creatures at my back and I won’t be pulled into the grip of despair.
I’ll find the stars in this endless night and force them to hear me howl.
I am Rosalie Oscura and I will claim my happy ending, even if I have to claw it from the hands of destiny itself.
