Araya Varrow spent years thinking that marrying the pack’s Alpha, Jasper Drevyn, would finally earn her a shred of dignity. Instead, it all blew up in her face. Jasper, proud as ever, shamed her in front of the whole pack, tossing her aside as if she meant nothing, wolf-less, unworthy, and pregnant with his child. Alone and exiled into the bitter cold, survival seemed like a lost cause.

But destiny had other ideas.

Just as her strength was giving out, Araya was found by Ronan Tharos, a Direwolf whose past is written in scars and whose gaze could melt stone. His methods are harsh, his temper sharp, but he pushes Araya harder than anyone ever has. Under Ronan’s relentless training, the wolf inside her finally roars awake—enormous, silver as the moon, and bound to an ancient prophecy. The child she carries isn’t merely a symbol of her old life; he’s the linchpin in a legend that could either heal the rift between wolves and Direwolves or plunge Drevalon into chaos.

When word reaches Jasper that Araya is not only alive but thriving, he returns a shell of the man he once was—pleading at her feet for a second chance, willing to risk everything. But Araya is no longer the vulnerable woman he cast aside. She’s carved herself into a force to be reckoned with, standing at the head of her own pack, a Direwolf at her side, and a son whose power could shake the world.

Now she stands at a crossroads: forgive the man who betrayed her, or embrace the wild Direwolf who taught her to fight for her future.

In a realm where betrayal hits harder than any blow and the fires of prophecy burn hotter than revenge, Araya is ready to take her place at the top and make sure every last wolf who turned their back on her remembers her name.

The meditation caves existed in a part of the Direwilds even the boldest wolves avoided.


I understood why the moment we arrived.


The air itself felt wrong—too thin, too cold, pressing against my lungs like a physical weight. Ancient ice clung to the cave mouths, formations that had never melted even in the height of summer. And beneath it all, a sensation I couldn't name. Something that made my wolf want to tuck tail and run.


"This place," Ronan said, his voice echoing off frozen stone, "is where Direwolves come to break themselves."


I pulled my gaze from the nearest cave, its entrance a gaping maw of shadow and frost. "Break themselves?"


"To rebuild stronger." He moved past me, boots crunching on permafrost that never thawed. "When a Direwolf's rage threatens to consume them, when their wolf fights too hard for dominance, they come here. Meditate through pain until they remember how to be still."


"I don't understand. What does pain have to—"


Chapter 87 - Lessons of Restraint