Syerin Cayde has spent her life in the shadows, a deadly assassin who knows how to survive in a world that shows no mercy. But everything changes when a cursed mark-the Bloodmark-burns itself into her skin during a mission gone wrong. It's a symbol of power, of destiny, and of death-a mark that hasn't been seen in centuries. A curse that if found by anyone would end with her death
There have been legends, rumours, that the Bloodmark was the mark of the God of Bloodand if one bear the mark, they would have one of the god's power. However, it is also said that the power is enough to make one explode, die. Now hunted by forces she doesn't understand, Syerin is dragged to Ironspire, a fortress where the Ascension Trials unfolds. The prize? The crown of Velthar-and unimaginable power. The cost? Everything.
Forced into a deadly competition alongside warriors, heirs, and monsters, Syerin must fight to keep her secret hidden. But as the mark begins to awaken, whispering of an ancient god imprisoned beneath Ironspire, Syerin realises the tournament is a game far more dangerous than anyone knows.
And then there's the mtter of the Knox Brothers. Three brothers. The royals. The heirs to the throne. Drawn to them in a way, Syerin can't understand, will the trials end her? Or will love?
Allies become enemies, love and betrayal blur into one, and the mark's power begins to consume her. To survive, Syerin must decide: Will she embrace the curse that could save Velthar-or destroy it?
After an Alpha has given up looking for their mate, and they need a Luna to help run the pack, they will organise an event known as The Whipping.
Female volunteers from packs around the country will put themselves forward if they wish to be in the chance of becoming a Luna.
These she-wolves would be whipped in front of all the packs, again and again until their backs were red raw and blood covered. The last female remaining would be given the title of Luna as the Alpha would only want the strongest wolf to help run his pack.
Most wolves gave up and quit as they couldn't take the pain, but some head-strong females would go until they were no longer breathing.
It was an ugly tradition, from years ago. I had never heard of one happening in this day and age...until that day...
Until I met him...
On the day of The Whipping...