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"Packmates! My packmates!"

I ran like mad towards the depths of the valley, screaming at the top of my lungs.

No one answered.

The entire valley was deathly silent.

I burst into our small, dilapidated hut. It was empty, filled only with dust and cobwebs.

The racks Mom used to dry her herbs had collapsed.

I searched every possible hiding place in the entire valley, but I couldn’t find a single living wolf.

Only… only in the small clearing in the center of the valley, I found a few smoldering campfires and ornaments unique to our Creek Pack, woven with colored feathers, scattered in pools of blood.

In that moment, I thought I heard my heart shatter completely.

The Shadow Pack!

It had to be the Shadow Pack!

They were the Creek Pack’s age-old enemies, always coveting the "Moonstone" we guarded.

Before, with Mom and the "Moonstone" protecting us, they wouldn’t dare attack easily.

But now… now I’d taken the "Moonstone," and Mom… Mom was gone…

The Creek Pack, this small, kind pack… was it jus
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  • No Longer Participating in Alpha’s Game   11

    I clutched Liam, running for my life through the dark forest.Behind me, Ryker's heart-wrenching howl echoed like thunder through the valley, lingering for a long time.I didn't look back. I didn't dare.Hatred spread through me like a poisonous vine, but I knew what was most important now: protecting Liam, the last bloodline of Willow Creek.I used my knowledge of these woods to barely evade the Shadow-fang hunters, but my energy was draining fast. Liam trembled in my arms from fear and exhaustion.Just as we were about to be cornered by a group of pursuers, a black shadow shot out from the side like lightning. It was Ryker!He was covered in blood, no longer the high-and-mighty Alpha, but a completely feral beast, tearing apart every Shadow-fang wolf that came near him in the most primal, brutal way. He carved a bloody path for us but drew even more enemies to himself."Go!" he roared, his voice desperate, but his eyes were locked on me, holding a plea I'd never seen before. "Take hi

  • No Longer Participating in Alpha’s Game   10

    "Packmates! My packmates!"I ran like mad towards the depths of the valley, screaming at the top of my lungs.No one answered.The entire valley was deathly silent.I burst into our small, dilapidated hut. It was empty, filled only with dust and cobwebs.The racks Mom used to dry her herbs had collapsed.I searched every possible hiding place in the entire valley, but I couldn’t find a single living wolf.Only… only in the small clearing in the center of the valley, I found a few smoldering campfires and ornaments unique to our Creek Pack, woven with colored feathers, scattered in pools of blood.In that moment, I thought I heard my heart shatter completely.The Shadow Pack!It had to be the Shadow Pack!They were the Creek Pack’s age-old enemies, always coveting the "Moonstone" we guarded.Before, with Mom and the "Moonstone" protecting us, they wouldn’t dare attack easily.But now… now I’d taken the "Moonstone," and Mom… Mom was gone…The Creek Pack, this small, kind pack… was it jus

  • No Longer Participating in Alpha’s Game   9

    "Selena!" he panted, flustered. "Mom… Aunt Elara… she didn’t get to see me at the end. I should go to her grave and atone. Selena, you don’t have to forgive me, you can even kill me. But I just want… I just want to apologize to Aunt Elara one last time… Please…"Hearing him call her "Mom" so suddenly, so unnaturally, I couldn’t help but scoff.Just a moment ago, it was "your lowly mother." He changed his tune fast."Don’t call her that," I snapped. "She’s not your mom. And you don’t deserve to."Ryker choked up, like a child who’d done wrong, pleading helplessly again, "Selena, give me another chance. Just one, please? I know, it’s all my fault, I was a bastard. Mom… Aunt Elara’s funeral. I’ll make sure… I’ll make sure it’s the grandest send-off. I’ll see her off to the heavens in style, please, just give me one more chance."I didn’t speak, didn’t stop walking. I just clutched my mother’s ashes and headed towards the valley.Seeing I was ignoring him, Ryker got anxious. He rushed a fe

  • No Longer Participating in Alpha’s Game   8

    The moment I finished speaking, Ryker stumbled back a step, as if he couldn't face my honesty."You… you admit it?" His voice was so hoarse it was almost a whisper. "You really… you really betrayed me? While my mother… while your mother was so sick?"I didn't answer him directly. Instead, I slowly pulled out my worn-out little leather pouch, the one I used to keep track of my expenses.I opened it, took out the bills, and held them out to him."This is what I earned these past few months, at the 'night spots' on the edge of the 'Forest of Pleasures,' from passing merchants and mercenary groups… for drinking with them, singing for them, gambling with them.""A mug of cheap ale, one silver wolf coin. Singing a folk song from their hometown, three silver wolf coins. Gambling a round with them… if I won, it was mine. If I lost… if I lost, I had to let them…"I couldn't go on, my throat felt like it was clogged with hot cotton."On a good night, if I met seven or eight 'generous' customers,

  • No Longer Participating in Alpha’s Game   7

    My father died young. My mother worked her fingers to the bone, raising me all by herself, teaching me to gather herbs, to heal, to survive in the harsh werewolf world.I thought, becoming the Howling Moon Pack Alpha’s destined mate, I could finally stop her from worrying about survival, let her live out her old age in peace.Later, I brought Ryker back to the Creek Pack. He told me his parents died when he was young, that he’d fought his way to the Alpha position through brutal power struggles, surrounded by backstabbing and lies.When my mother heard, she felt for him. She told me, again and again:"Selena, Alpha Ryker has had a hard life, starved for love. You must love him well, use your gentleness to soothe him. Absolutely don’t let him suffer anymore, don’t let him feel alone again."So, when Ryker said he needed the Creek Pack’s "Moonstone" to solidify his position, to nourish the Howling Moon Pack’s "Blood Moon Altar," my mother, though heartbroken, agreed even faster, more res

  • No Longer Participating in Alpha’s Game   6

    "Selena! You better tell me what’s going on! These… these are all props you set up, right?"Ryker's voice was shrill, raw with shock and panic. He advanced on me, step by step, his eyes wide with fear. "You're still lying to me! You did all this to scare me, to make me feel sorry for you, to make me feel guilty! It’s all… it’s all fake, isn’t it? Answer me!"I didn't have the heart, or the energy, to deal with his frantic accusations.The moment I saw Mom’s ashes scattered so horribly on the ground, my whole world just… fell apart.I dropped to my knees on the cold stone floor. My hands were shaking so badly, but I carefully, so carefully, scooped the dust-stained ashes back onto that tattered piece of animal hide.Every handful felt like I was scooping up Mom’s soul.Every handful was like another cut to my already shredded heart.I picked up the hide painting I’d secretly carved.On it, Ryker and I stood side-by-side. I’d once imagined the most wonderful future for us.But now, this

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