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ound. This place wasn't the forest, nor was it the infirmary of my old pack. The walls were

ake out wide shoulders and eyes full of concern. As my sight cleared, I saw the face of the most attractive man I h

aid, sounding both r

very dry. The man – Alpha, my wolf w

ound of pain. But what really made me step back was the memory of Asher rejecting me. The unhappy expressio

Xander, and I'm the leader of the Blackstone Pack. He paus

aid... No, I couldn't think about that now. Hope and fe

ance between us. But when I tried to move, a sudden, intens

ear me, ready to help but not touching. "You're

gently supported me, I felt a jolt of electricity where our skin met. Th

met Xander's eyes. "What... What happened to

in the woods at the border of our land," he said gently, in a calm tone. You were unconscious a

ries came back, reminding

me burned in my chest, threatening to choke me. But Xander wa

ade." My... my previous Alpha. Asher. He... I swallowed hard. "He r

nder's response. Would he agree? Realize that Asher was right and

nk back against the pillows. A low growl rumbled in his chest, and f

one once more tranquil and comforting. "I'm not upset with you, Aurora." I'm furious at Asher f

as to say it wouldn't happen again? But... but what about your pack? I asked hes

Goddess herself. You are strong, brave, and worthy. You'll be my Luna, and the pack will love and

t him, to just lean on him and let him keep me safe from everything. But

tall and muscular, though neither quite matched Xander's imposing presence. I tensed

at didn't go unnoticed. "Aurora," he said, his voice gentle but firm, "I'd like

and moved a bit away, real

," the taller one, whom I guessed

w pack with a new mate, anticipated to take on the role of their Luna. A wave of u

em. "Thank you for coming. We'll continue this later. Ple

a, breathe with me," he instructed calmly. "In through yo

hm of his breathing, attempting to sync my breaths with his.

ing embarrassed. "I'm not s

o apologize. You've been through a lot. Now you find y

erienced, being shown care and respect felt almost overwhelming.

put, he gently brushed the tears off my cheek. It's okay to le

e, of the usual signs of disapproval or disdain that I often observed in Asher's ey

ed, my gratitude shin

hrough the sky. No need for thanks, Aurora. We're in this to

One that carried significance. As I rested against the pillows, a sense of weariness washing over me,