Revenge of the Alpha's Ex-Mate

n Silvermoon, moved through the undergrowth with quiet precision. Her senses had sharpened over weeks of solitude, and she had grown attuned to the fore

es. She froze, her ears swiveling to catch the sound again. The forest had gone eerily quiet, the usual c

wasn't the scent of a pack like Silvermoon-orderly and familiar-but something wilder, more chaotic. T

unks marked territory. Patches of earth were flattened and scattered with bones, remnants of me

. Instead, the wolves had claimed a natural hollow surrounded by boulders, their makeshift camp littered with debris

ction, their ears perking up like predators sensing prey. She cursed under her breat

voice demanded, r

rward slowly, her movements deliberate. She couldn't run; they would chase her down in an instant.

her voice steady but firm.

a grizzled male with a scar running across his muzzle, stepped forwar

ripping with doubt. "You smell like a pack

Luna replied, meeting his gaz

d slightly, their curiosity piqued by the unusual story. The scarred ma

owly. "That's a rare thing. Most packs

d sharply, "and I int

old words. But you're in our territory now,

figure with fur as dark as midnight and eyes like burning embers. His pres

, his voice deep and measured. "

on Luna. "I'm Garran, the leader of this pack. If you've come to

said. "I can take care of myself. But I stumbled across your territory, and I

k. "Smart. Most wolves who wander into our camp don'

line. "I don't want trouble," she said carefully. "But I can offer my

sed an eyebrow, his expression thoughtful. "A healer, huh? That's a rar

oment. Finally, he nodded. "You can stay," he said, "but don't think f

slightly, though she remained on guard. The rogue camp was a far cry from the structured life she had known in Si

and respect earned through strength and cunning. There was no rigid hierarchy, no council to enforce ru

younger rogues approached her out of curiosity, asking questions about her exile and her life in

nse but not hostile, and Luna found a spot near the edge of the circle. She listened as they exch

e. "You've got guts," he said, his tone almost approving. "Most pack w

to survive," Lun

eyes narrowing. "This isn't Silvermoon. Out her

t broken. If the rogues thought they could intimidate her, they were wrong. She