Shadowwyn Moor Don't you know it is just the chemicals in our veins that causes pain?

The dark shepherd explained his plan to domesticate the feral star-wolf. He made it sound so easy! As if her will was made of glass! But when he turned away to leave, Shadowpaw got another look of the empty socket upon his face… and she was afraid all over again.

They were to leave. How far would she be taken?

Qeya had fallen. Silvertongue was lost in the desert. Her mother was dead.

No one was coming to save Shadowpaw.

“Morwenna,” she spat, shaky voice overflowing with rancor, to spite the dark Shepherd even though he had gone. They would never know her true name – not if Shadowpaw had anything to do with it.