radicalducati 
Agatha Solvane has been Luna of the Moonveil Pack for three years-running the household, holding the supply chains together, keeping the pack fed through a war nobody thanks her for. Her mate, Alpha Vesper Varulf, stopped speaking to her months ago. She told herself it was the war. She told herself it would pass.
Then the Winter Blood Ceremony arrives-the one night a year the Alpha names his Luna before the entire pack. Agatha walks into the clearing in a gown she stitched for eleven days straight. Another woman is already standing there in white fur, smiling.
When Vesper speaks the sacred name, it isn't hers.
Some bonds break you. Some were never the ones that mattered. And Agatha is not the woman this pack thinks she is.
Then the Winter Blood Ceremony arrives-the one night a year the Alpha names his Luna before the entire pack. Agatha walks into the clearing in a gown she stitched for eleven days straight. Another woman is already standing there in white fur, smiling.
When Vesper speaks the sacred name, it isn't hers.
Some bonds break you. Some were never the ones that mattered. And Agatha is not the woman this pack thinks she is.