The day I returned to the city as a traveling healer, I found a deranged girl at the city gates.

She was mumbling incoherently, “Mother, save me…”

I pushed aside her matted hair and froze—it was my own daughter, Ailany.

She was barely conscious, her body covered in bruises, her clothes stained with blood. Someone had violated her.

I had only been gone for three years. How could Alden, the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, let this happen to her?

Rage boiled in my chest as I stormed toward the pack estate to confront him.

But today, the Blue Moon Pack estate was bustling with activity, decorated with blue and silver banners.

Someone in the crowd exclaimed, “The Beta of the Silver Fang Pack’s engagement gifts are so lavish! The daughter of the Blue Moon Pack is truly blessed!”

Another chimed in, “Isn’t she lucky? I saw her earlier—she’s as beautiful as the Moon Goddess herself!”

I frowned in confusion.

The daughter of the Blue Moon Pack? Other than my own, who else could it be?

At the city gates, I carried my unconscious daughter into the car.

Her eyes were vacant, filled with fear, and she trembled uncontrollably in my arms.

I tried to remove her stained and bloodied clothes, but the moment my fingers brushed her collar, she flinched violently, pushing me away.

“Don’t! Don’t touch me!”

Her nails dug into my arm, the pain searing through my skin, but it was nothing compared to the anguish in my heart.

When I left, Ailany was only twelve—innocent, bright, and full of life.

Now, she was like a wounded animal, shattered by the slightest touch.

Regret consumed me.

Three years ago, when a rogue attack struck the Kuo Pack’s territory, I, as a healer, had gone to help without hesitation, leaving my daughter behind in the care of the Blue Moon Pack.

I thought they would protect her.

How naive I had been.

I should have never left her.

As Ailany’s sobs subsided, I carefully inserted a needle into her pressure point to ease her into sleep.

Her body relaxed, her breathing steadied, but even in sleep, her brow remained furrowed, trapped in nightmares.

My hands trembled as I undressed her, and when her body was fully exposed, I could barely breathe.

Her chest was covered in bite marks—some healed, others festering and oozing with a sickening stench.

Her arms, stomach, and back were marred with bruises and gashes, not an inch of her skin untouched.

My fingers traced the wounds, each one a testament to her suffering.

But when I saw the state of her lower body, my heart nearly stopped.

It was raw and swollen, torn and bleeding, the sight so horrifying that tears streamed down my face.

I bit my lip to keep from screaming, but the lump in my throat made it hard to breathe.

Tears blurred my vision as I cleaned her wounds, applying ointment with trembling hands and dressing her in clean clothes.

I had spent my life healing others, yet my own daughter had been left to suffer.

The Moon Goddess was cruel.

If she would not bring justice, then I would.

I yanked open the car door and barked at the driver, “Faster! To the Blue Moon Pack estate!”

The car sped along the uneven road, but my heart was heavier than the wheels grinding against the pavement.

I would confront Alden.

I would demand to know how he had let this happen to my daughter.

But as we neared the estate, the street was clogged with cars and people.

I leaned out the window, the sight of the estate’s entrance adorned with blue and silver banners and bustling with activity baffling me.

I stopped a passerby. “What’s going on? Why is the Blue Moon Pack celebrating today?”

The man grinned excitedly. “Haven’t you heard? It’s the Beta of the Silver Fang Pack’s engagement to the daughter of the Blue Moon Pack! It’s the event of the year!”

My heart sank.

The daughter of the Blue Moon Pack? My daughter?

But she was in my car, unconscious and broken.

Who were they engaging?

I stormed into the Blue Moon Pack’s estate, only to be blocked by a group of Delta warriors at the entrance.

These warriors were all new, not a single one recognized me. I sneered inwardly. Alden had been cautious, replacing even the estate’s guards.

“Call Alden Price out to see me!” I demanded coldly, my Alpha tone resonating through the air.

The Deltas chuckled, their eyes sweeping over me with disdain. “You think the Alpha would just come out at your whim?”

I pulled the pack’s insignia from my pocket and threw it at their feet. “Open your eyes and see! I’m the Luna of this pack!”

They glanced at the insignia, but their sneers only deepened. “The Luna? The Luna is sitting inside, safe and sound. How could she be dressed like some rogue from the outskirts?”

I looked down at myself. Years of healing had made me accustomed to simple, practical clothing, but now it became a reason for their mockery.

Done wasting time, I pushed past them, ready to force my way into the estate. The Deltas bared their claws, but I quickly reached into my sleeve and flung a handful of wolfsbane powder into their faces. They immediately clutched their eyes, howling in pain.

I rushed into the estate’s grand hall. There, seated at the head of the room, was Alden Price, and beside him—my half-sister, Margo Hansen.

My heart tightened. Margo had been exiled to the Shadow Moon Pack years ago. What was she doing here?

They looked intimate, like a mated pair. In the center of the room stood a tall, muscular man. Though his features had matured, I recognized him instantly as Dallas Torres, the Beta of the Silver Fang Pack.

And with her back to me was a young girl in a pink dress, her figure similar to Ailany’s age. She must be Margo’s daughter, Kaeli Carter. She was holding hands with Dallas, whispering something to him.

The sight ignited my fury. “Alden!” I shouted, my voice sharp and commanding.

Alden froze at the sound of my voice, his smile vanishing. He quickly stood, putting distance between himself and Margo, and hurried over to me.

“Natalie,” he said, his voice strained, “why didn’t you tell me you were coming back? I would’ve sent someone to escort you.”

I brushed his hand aside, feigning ignorance. “Where’s Ailany?”

His eyes darted nervously. “Ailany… she’s not feeling well. I sent her to the pack’s healing retreat to recover. Don’t worry.”

“Oh?” I smirked, raising my voice deliberately. “Funny, because I heard the Blue Moon Pack is celebrating a mark ceremony today. Since when did I have another daughter? I don’t seem to recall giving birth to her!”

My voice echoed through the hall. Dallas’s brow furrowed, his gaze shifting between us, confusion darkening his features.

Alden’s face paled. He tried to stop me, but I shoved him aside and marched toward Kaeli.

“Who gave you the right to impersonate my Ailany?” I demanded.

Before anyone could react, I slapped Kaeli across the face. She stumbled back, clutching her cheek, her eyes wide with fear.

Margo leaped to her feet, rushing to shield her daughter. “How dare you lay a hand on my girl!” she shrieked.

I laughed coldly. “How dare I?”

“Because I’m the Luna of this pack!”

With that, I slapped Margo too, the force leaving a bright red mark on her cheek.

“Margo!” Alden rushed forward, pulling the two of them close. He turned to me, his voice furious. “Natalie, have you lost your mind?”

I smirked, my gaze slicing through the three of them. “Lost my mind? Alden, why don’t you explain why these two are here?”

Alden’s eyes darted, but he couldn’t find the words.

Dallas stepped forward, his voice low but firm. “What’s going on here?”

I turned to him, my expression laced with mockery. “Can’t you see? This mother and daughter—one impersonating me, the other impersonating my daughter—have been lying to you all along.”