"Larkspur was pretty sure that if you looked up the word “stubborn,” her photo would be plastered right next to it. And she had no doubt that if you searched for “arrogant,” you’d find a glaring image of Connor…"

"Larkspur was anything but boring; her very essence thrummed with the vibrant pulse of life and defiance. She felt as though she and death were engaged in a perpetual dance, twirling dangerously close to the edge. The truth of the matter was that…"

"You’re lucky I don’t leave strays on the side of the road. Try not to burn the place down. Strays and Storms -C"

"Let the games begin"

"The ending of the unity ball had become a hazy whirlwind for Larkspur, a blur of flirtation and laughter that had left her exhilarated, ready to close out the night with a bit of fun. But then chaos erupted. It all spiraled out of control when one…"

"Larkspur held the overly embellished invitation, its ornate design almost mocking her as the woman who delivered it explained the event. How low had she fallen? Whispers of her disgrace echoed through the depths, tales of an alpha born now reduced…"

"The way Connor sent his wolves to uncover her identity only deepened the smirk on Larkspur’s lips, dripping with satisfaction as she wove through the crowd once more. As she passed, she deliberately brushed against a male wolf, then another,…"

"Larkspur’s alpha blood called her to the Moonlit Unity Ball, a summons she felt deep within her veins. Yet, despite the pull of tradition and duty, she found herself reluctant to be there. Her status had crumbled, reduced to mere survival due…"