Fated to the Alpha

ust enough light to navigate without being seen. Her fur, a dark blend of midnight and shadow, helped her blend into the night. To the casual obse

the underbrush. Tonight, she was focused on a deer grazing in a small clearing. Her muscles tensed as she prepared to pounce, every step calculat

rritory that she was forbidden to, being a rogue wolf she was not allowed into the Black

e wild was her refuge, a place where she felt safe from the dangers of wolf civilization. But to

of its own, with houses built into the side of cliffs, streets lined with stalls selling everything from rare herbs to fin

rowd. Her disguise was crucial; soldier wolves patrolled the area, always on the lookout for those

asted sharply with the quiet of the forest. Vendors called out their wares, and the air was filled with the smell of fresh bread and roas

arp but wary. Luna handed over a few coins and took the bundle of herbs wrapped in brown paper. S

breather. She ordered a coffee and sat by the window, watching the street outside. Even here, she couldn't

y, a place where she was supposed to belong. But that had all changed when betrayal and fighting tore her pack apart. Her family had died in the

kably from the Black Moon Pack, the most powerful pack in the city. Luna's pulse quickened. She had heard of their leader, Darius, a wolf known

potted a group of soldier wolves patrolling the street. Their sharp eyes and tense demeanor made her

fruits, causing a chaotic scramble among the shoppers. Luna used the distraction to slip into an alleyw

telltale footsteps of soldiers drawing closer. Her heart raced. She had to

presence commanding and powerful. For a brief moment, their faces were close, and Luna caught a glimpse of strik

lattered to the ground and rolled a short distance away. The man bent down to pick it up, his eyes widening as he examined t

horitative, cutting through the noise o

ut the man pulled it away, his gaze narrowing with suspicio

skepticism. The soldier wolves were closing in, their footsteps growing louder. Lun

no room for argument. He started to move toward the

winding streets. She didn't look back, knowing that even a moment's hesitation could cost her dearly. T

presence and the way he held the locket suggested that he was someone important, but she had no ti

behind her. The soldiers' voices were now distant, but Luna didn't slow down. She h

head, its dark silhouette a welcome sight. Luna pushed through the trees, the familiar sound

e had looked at the locket, the authority in his voice-everything about him had made her uneasy. She had d

counter with the man had left her worried as with him was something precious, a gift from her mother. The locket was a lin

x of relief and anxiety. With a final look back at the city, Luna disappeared into the

with uncertainty. The rogue's life was never simple, and Lun