I had longed for the feeling of belonging… of being chosen.
Every girl in my pack had found their mates, bonded beneath the moon, and embraced the life destiny prepared for them. But me? I remained alone.
Each passing year became another whisper, another laugh behind my back.
“The girl without a wolf.”
“The unchosen one.”
I cried beneath the moon countless nights, asking the Mother of the Pack why I had been forgotten. Why no mate had come for me. Why my wolf never answered.
My name is Aghata Bridgeton, only child of Mr. and Mrs. Bridgeton. We held no title, no noble blood, no power. Just commoners struggling to survive in a world where status meant everything.
And at eighteen… long past the age of shifting… I was still nothing more than a servant in the Countess’s household.
