Marietjie Dippenaar

She was never supposed to survive the tournament. She definitely wasn’t supposed to walk out of it with two kings standing beside her. And nobody was prepared for what happened when the girl they had spent years treating like she was nothing finally stopped hiding. Two kings. One impossible bond. A tournament filled with enemies. A secret bloodline everyone thought was extinct. And a girl who has absolutely no intention of behaving like the queen everyone expects her to become. She can fight. She can see things no one else can. She can make two kings lose their minds with one sarcastic comment. And apparently… she can turn a perfectly respectable royal celebration into a full-blown clown show. But tomorrow is coming. And whatever Traci saw in those flashes is coming with it. The kingdom thinks they know who she is. They have no idea. The question isn’t whether the Last White Wolf will rise. It’s what happens when she does. The Rise of the Last White Wolf You think you know the story. You don’t. Open the book. Find out why everyone is about to learn exactly who Traci really is.

In my first life, I begged. In this one, I collect. I gave Alpha Roan Whitlock seven years. I scrubbed his floors while my sister wore my mother's ring. I forgave the rejection, the public humiliation, the "she's just a friend" — right up until the night he and my sister stood over me on the cliff path, and I learned exactly how far a Luna falls. Then I opened my eyes — eighteen again, on the morning of the mating ceremony where everything went wrong. This time I don't wait for Roan to reject me. I say the words first, in front of the whole pack, and I watch seven years of my wasted devotion drain out of his smug face. This time I see every trap before my sister sets it, because she already played her whole hand — in a life only I remember. And this time, when the ceremony ends, I walk straight past both of them and petition the one wolf my first life taught me to fear for all the wrong reasons: Kieran Ashvale, the Alpha King of the North, the "cold monster" who — I learned three breaths before I died — was the only one who ever tried to save me. They say the Moon gives no second chances. Then someone should tell the Moon what I plan to do with mine — because rewriting my own fate is just the beginning. Somebody up there sent me back for a reason. And the reason has teeth.