Aron Vard treated the one he dreamed of loving and protecting brutally. He made the unforgivable—yielding to jealousy, he took what didn’t belong to him.
Mara hoped she would never again in her life see the high werewolf. But the Moon, the night, and someone else’s passion decided otherwise.
The girl turned to a man for help. It seemed like a banal story. But if only everything were so simple…
— What will I owe you?
Men’s fingers barely trembled…
— When we find your sister, you’ll name the price yourself, girl…