via

no mercy to a lone wolf

ion from Marcus had not just cut the tie; it had shattered the energy flow that usually sustains

tral territories. It was a place where Rogues and outcasts dri

, an elderly woman named Magda, didn't ask questions. She jus

ago. Her hands were gnarled like old roots, but her touch was gentle as

her eyes sharp as she inspected the knit

shirt down. "I have a

our world, a White Wolf was a legend, a prize to be

rring to sneak out at night and hunt rabbits in the nearby woods. It was a petty rebellion a

to find the shop dark. I heard a s

Magda sitting at her small table. She was clutching a

red to the empty room. "I was j

fr

g next to a handsome, broad-shouldered Alpha. But he wasn't looking

n. A man stormed in-Magda

rying over him! Father didn't care! He only married you b

that!" Ma

the glass cracking against the wood. "You wer

face. My knees gave out, and

aceho

, merging with Marcus's drunken con

you, Izzy... Jus

room, my breath coming

into the town square to clear my head. Two Pack warriors from a neighborin

ne laughed, clinking his glass. "Heard he's

ce they were kids. Remember when he almost challenged his own fat

was sent away. Heard he even dated some Omega

shaking his head. "That's her real na

abe

tilted on

ghost of his past. Every time he had looked at me, every time he had touched my

to him. I was a

e, followed by a surge

against the concrete. The warriors

idn't stop until I reached a

growled, my v

time, I didn't fight the pain. I welcomed it. My bones

k the leaves from the trees. It wasn't a howl of s

he White Wolf. And I was

hed my howl, th

k roast coffee, pine needles, and t

arcus. It didn't smell like rain and l

d through the air, not a Mind-Link,

te head toward the nort