The Lone Wolf Advantage

dense underbrush, her heightened senses alert to every sound and scent. The familiar tang of pine needles mixed with something more unsettl

d to the pack territory reluctantly, drawn back by Fenrir's desperate howl. She had intended to leave again, to reclaim the soli

tching. The pack had always given her a sense of safety, but those old comforts felt distan

de the pack's laws for so long, thriving in her independence. Yet Fenrir's call

pping out of the shadows, his silver fur gleaming under the moonlight. His presence was steady, as always,

her, his voice a lo

, straightening up but keeping her dista

bear was only the beginning. There's a sickness

ge happenings, whispers among the lone wolves and the rogue creat

come back from it," Fenrir explained, his voice grim. "I've seen it with my own eyes

rs like her, choosing a path outside the pack. But what if there was something more at p

to do with this?" she asked, her

of the pack never will. You see things from the outside, and I need

es and hierarchies that suffocated her. But Fenrir's words struck a chord. If something was threatening th

rmly, her amber eyes flashing. "I left for a r

epping closer. "I'm asking you to help. To

ed to admit. He was the only one who had seen her for who she was, even when others

e asked, her voice sharp

Fenrir said softly. "Your freedom. Th

ith fear. She had always fought to stay alone, but now, faced with a threat that co

teady but cautious. "But this is on my ter

ess in his features. "I wou

uncertain, but for the first time in a long while, Lira felt something shift within her-a willingness to face the darknes