FAZER LOGINThe night air greeted me cool and crisp.
Breathing deep, I filled my lungs until they ached from it. The smell of freedom, autumn, and moonlight. For the last week, all I'd smelled was dust, mold, metallic medicine, and plastic bags.
Moonlight on my skin, wind in my hair, and Arya's triumphant howl in my mind, I surged forward toward the side entrance for the main packhouse, praying that I would run into a trustworthy patrolman or a member of pack leadership who’d listen t
I'd expected to be dragged into Snow Pointe in chains: ridicule, scorn, hatred. Years of my life wasted in the lowest tier soured my expectations. But when I assented to Olivier's invitation, none of the warriors dared to harm me.There were no insults. No chains. No restraints or condemnation of any kind. Olivier matched my pace, but never strode ahead. The warriors walked behind me, heads lowered. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised. Wolves in Snow Pointe knew to keep their heads lowered in the presence of more powerful wolves. That was the training that Leon and Gabe spent months breaking me of in Wayfinder. The thought of Leon's sorrowful eyes made my chest ache.I miss him. I miss them all. I lamented quietly.I know. But Olivier swore that you would come to no harm. You'll see them again. Arya's encouragement soothed the small, fearful part of my mind that refused to be silenced. With her words, I straightened up and squared my shoulders. I would enter Snow Pointe, face th
Of course.There would be no other reason to seek out the "useless omega" unless the precious Evangeline Snow was in peril. The idea that her safety would somehow motivate me to return to Snow Pointe was laughable. Why would I care about the spoiled, cruel, deceitful pack brat that made my life miserable? She was the reason I ended up in the isolation ward. The reason I couldn't go out and run during my seventeenth moonday. She kept me small and frightened.I smirked at the Gamma's grave expression as if his sorrowful eyes could motivate me to do anything."And that's my problem, how?" I asked, arms folded across my chest as I glared down at him. Unfazed by my aloofness, Olivier approached slowly."Lady Evangeline fell sick some time ago. Small spells that locked her away from the public eye for weeks at a time," he explained, gaze darkening with what I assumed was sadness. With his perpetually scowling face, it was hard to tell. "The spells wouldn't last long, but they were frequent.
The familiar scents of the Snow Fork Mountains surrounded me as I charged through the trees. Normally, a run like this would soothe my nerves and invigorate me all at once. They reminded me of my connection to the land and the strength of my own body.But this run did none of that.My mind was too loud to silence. Questions, fears, doubts, all building and compounding until they became a beast too powerful to fend off. What would I find when I reached those coordinates? What did Snow Pointe want with me? And how did they know I was still alive?It doesn't make sense, Arya. My breath came in sharp puffs. To Snow Pointe, I was a weak omega. Sickly. Frail. I shouldn't have survived. The night of your escape, half the territory saw me. They would have known you escaped from the cells after the melee. That... doctor shouted to the warriors that you were a traitor.And they would have no reason not to believe her. She made a good point. But after all the time I'd spent with Wayfinder, this
"And you're sure they're looking for me?" I asked, pacing inside the central command tent. Leon and Marcel explained their encounter with the Snow Pointe scout three times. How they were tracked for a few days before the scout approached. The scout seemed agitated and explained that Snow Pointe had been looking for a runaway omega for five years."That story sounds awful familiar to me," Gabe grunted. Taking his adoptive father duties very seriously, he'd insisted on being in the meeting when he overheard Leon mention I was being hunted. "Couldn't be anyone else, Rey. But why are they looking for you now? After five years?""It wasn't after five years. It's been for five years," Leon corrected. "They never stopped looking for her."It still didn't make sense."You deployed sent decoys after leaving the area, right?" I asked, still pacing. Still worried.Leon pulled me into a hug, not letting me squirm away. "We covered our tracks and didn't let them know anything about you. As far as t
Five years.Five years in Wayfinder found me well. Better than well. Thriving. We survived that first winter. Reginald and Mydia celebrated their wedding in the following spring, and I won the bet with Leon. Gabe and Jerica started a sweet romance. The former rogues integrated fully. Mattias had his seventeenth moonday and grew into a full, proper warrior. And I stepped into the role of Leon's second-in-command.Five years.The vision I once had of the strong woman, tall, powerful, and beautiful, became my reality. It took nearly two years for my body to fully recover from what Andromeda did in Snow Pointe. But once I finally grew to the correct size, it was more obvious that I was an alpha wolf. I wasn't as massive as Leon or even Gabe. But much of Wayfinder looked up to me, metaphorically and literally. Being the one who was strong enough to protect others, the one who led runs and training rotations, the one others came to for help... it was everything I'd ever dreamed. Little Aure
Hello! This is not an official chapter, but it is an official statement from the author. First, thank you so much for reading. This story has been on my shelf for a few years. I've been wanting to tell it for a while, but life got in the way, and I kept putting it off. Now that I'm finally writing this story, I am having so much fun. It's reminding me of why I love writing. Second, there was a slight break in my uploads over the last two weeks. That is NOT typical and NOT how I want to post consistently going forward. I've been on the road a lot and am in the process of a long-distance move, which makes writing and uploading consistently a little difficult. Over the last few weeks, multiple chapters were written on my phone, which meant the formatting was off and a little disjointed. I've fixed those chapters, and (hopefully!) they make sense now. Third, "Maybe Someday..." marks the end of the first arc! Aurelia's escape and growth have been so rewarding to write. The next arc begin
Before Leon could reach me, I started running toward the fruit garden, full speed. He fell into line beside me. “An attack. On the Littles in the garden. Noon.” Leon grunted in understanding, our gains syncing up. Marcel naturally fell in line behind us, along with three other warriors. Ro-58 for
Marcel and Leon listened carefully to the details of my vision—everything I could deduce on my own, and additional insights from Arya. Nothing was too small. No detail too vague. Every word was accepted as gospel. I'm not sure why or how, but there was never a moment's hesitation or question from t
The next morning, I walked through camp, cautiously examining every inch of it. Every unburnt tent post. The faces of children covered in sticky sweet fruit instead of soot and blood. The voices of singing elders, no longer cut brutally short and silenced forever.Sunlight filtered through the trees
The training run with Leon healed something within me.We kept up with him, I mused later that evening. Arya laughed. I'd been thinking it for hours. While I was baking with Reginald. While I foraged. While I taught the littlest children a simple nursery rhyme. We kept up with him. No, Auri. You ke







