When the Sacrifice Became the Queen
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My twin sister was revered as the sun of our pack. I was the dark moon, condemned as an omen of disaster.
At my mate-binding ceremony, our parents stormed the altar. Claiming her wolf spirit was dying, they forced me to surrender my fated mate to her.
They seemed to have forgotten that today was my coming-of-age. An un-mated Daughter of the Dark Moon would be offered as a sacrifice to the ruthless Alpha of the Winter Pack.
With red, tear-filled eyes, I begged my mate, Kayden, not to abandon me. Instead, he slowly withdrew his hand.
"Maeve, she's your blood sister. I have to bond with her to save her life."
"As for being sacrificed to the Winter Tyrant, that's just a myth the elders made up to scare you."
My father stood by, reprimanding me with sheer impatience:
"What sacrifice? It's nothing but folklore! Can't you suffer a little grievance for your sister's life?"
To prevent me from ruining the ceremony, they dragged me into the damp, dark dungeon.
Up on the altar, my family joyfully continued the celebration.
But they didn't know the Grand Elder had come to me three days ago.
The moment my binding failed today, the emissaries of Winter would come to collect their due.
From today on, I would plunge into the frigid deadlands of the far North, bound to remain by that bloodthirsty tyrant's side until the day I die.
At my mate-binding ceremony, our parents stormed the altar. Claiming her wolf spirit was dying, they forced me to surrender my fated mate to her.
They seemed to have forgotten that today was my coming-of-age. An un-mated Daughter of the Dark Moon would be offered as a sacrifice to the ruthless Alpha of the Winter Pack.
With red, tear-filled eyes, I begged my mate, Kayden, not to abandon me. Instead, he slowly withdrew his hand.
"Maeve, she's your blood sister. I have to bond with her to save her life."
"As for being sacrificed to the Winter Tyrant, that's just a myth the elders made up to scare you."
My father stood by, reprimanding me with sheer impatience:
"What sacrifice? It's nothing but folklore! Can't you suffer a little grievance for your sister's life?"
To prevent me from ruining the ceremony, they dragged me into the damp, dark dungeon.
Up on the altar, my family joyfully continued the celebration.
But they didn't know the Grand Elder had come to me three days ago.
The moment my binding failed today, the emissaries of Winter would come to collect their due.
From today on, I would plunge into the frigid deadlands of the far North, bound to remain by that bloodthirsty tyrant's side until the day I die.

















































