LOGINZafira Nightvale POV"It cant be, my inner beast is absolutely not disgusted by your alpha touch!" my mouth whimpers real quick, my silver eyes looking up at his huge frame."Then why are your paws rushing to wash your tongue inside my kitchen?" Vickon Blackwynd fixes his sharp golden gaze right on my muzzle, his voice sounding super dark."My mouth... it just tastes so bitter from that healing wolf medicine!" my lips quiver real hard, looking like my fur might cry any second as my voice mumbles my clumsy defense."How are your claws so... so incredibly good at doing that to my face?" my voice whispers real low a few minutes later when our boots step out of the kitchen logs, unable to hold the pack thoughts inside my brain any longer."What do your ears mean, Zafira?" Vickon turns his head, his golden eyes glancing straight down at my small frame."I mean when your alpha mouth... kissed my skin just now," my paws fidget with my dress, my cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. "Why is
Zafira Nightvale POV"My wolf wasn't out running for pure fun today, Alpha," my mouth tells his big ears real fast as my paws shift. "My boots just ran back to the old Nightvale pack house for a short minute to tear down their lies and settle some territory business. My heart didn't mean to leave your giant beast behind in this empty chamber at all. My thoughts believed my paws would return to our borders super fast, so my tongue didn't mention the run before my boots crossed the pack lines...""What is this bundle of forest things your paws are holding out?" Vickon Blackwynd asks real rough, his deep golden eyes staring straight at my hand as my arm whips out from behind my back with a dramatic flourish."Moon flowers from the valley woods!" my voice chirps out real proud, my cheeks turning a lovely shade of dark pink as a small bouquet of scarlet blood-blossoms bursts right into his alpha view. "Darling, your mate brought your beast a special territory present! My own claws picked o
Zafira Nightvale POV"So your greedy tongue barks that this whole valley mountain territory belongs to your camp claws now?" my mouth snaps real icy, my silver eyes staring hard at the stolen parchment."That is exactly right, so just look at whose name is written on this territory scroll document!" Lucan Duskclaw barks back real proud, waving the papers right in front of my face with gleaming eyes."This scroll document says your name but that is completely impossible!" my voice yells back, my face darkening as my inner wolf grows super angry. "My birth mother Vaenya Hollowmere bought this valley house when my fur was small, and she never said a single word about gifting it to your rogue hands!""Isolde Grimfen, your paws handled the paperwork back then when my birth mother was busy, so your mouth needs to explain this trick to the room right now!" my hand flings the scroll straight onto the wood table in front of her pale snout."How did the territory mansion Vaenya Hollowmere bough
Zafira Nightvale POV"Your mouth doesn't need to lie anymore about old wolves planting gardens in the mud, stepmother," my voice says, real sharp, looking straight at her pale snout."My claws say every single debt must come back to my pouch right now, and that is pack law!" My hand points right at the scroll on the wood. "Is my wolf really asking for too much from your camp?""You heard my daughter's tongue—debts must be paid by wolf law, and there is nothing unreasonable about that!" Lucan Duskclaw snorts real loud, throwing the debt scroll straight onto the stone table right in front of the shaking Grimfen wolves. "However your paws took my territory resources, that is exactly how your camp is returning them to her pouch, every single token!""Do your alpha eyes really... really expect our camp to give back eight million trade tokens in this short moon cycle?" Donna stammers out, her face draining of all its colour as her chest heaves with heavy panic."What, did your greedy minds
Zafira Nightvale POV"Your ears don't want to believe my growl? That is totally fine by my beast," my mouth barks out, real icy as my paws cross over my chest. "My claws will just link our communication stone straight to the herb boutique master and have their trackers pull up the memory scrying stones. Then our whole camp can see for ourselves: was my wolf the one tricking Vaenya Hollowmere into selecting rare herbs, or was her skin just trying to show off in front of her pack friends using my hunting tokens and ended up embarrassing her own rank?""You....your tongue is just making up fake stories to trick our sire!" Vaenya Hollowmere’s face goes totally pale, her snout twitching really fast."Making up fake stories?" My throat lets out a cold laugh. "Which exact part? Let's see, your skin showed up with five or six of your omega friends, strutting around the trading hall like you owned the Blackwynd Moon Dominion, waving your paws and telling every wolf to pick whatever rare items
Zafira Nightvale POV"And now your mouth wants Vaenya Hollowmere to hand over a whole million trade tokens to her claws? All these winter seasons, what has her wolf even done—bought Vaenya a few cheap bone trinkets in the market territory?" Lucan Duskclaw slams his large hand hard onto the pack table, his male voice rising with giant anger inside the cabin den. "It is bad enough to expect your own bloodline cousin to pay your paws back for pack gifts, but what could possibly be worth a whole million tokens?""Lucan, Isolde Grimfen, Zafira is getting completely out of control inside this dominion territory!" Lucan Duskclaw turns his head straight toward the head of the long table, his voice shaking real hard with indignation. "You two pack leaders have got to rein her inner beast in this time!""She is not really my true biological pup, Lucan," Isolde Grimfen glances over at her mate, letting out a real heavy sigh of resignation. "Lately, Zafira’s spirit has been holding some kind of b
"Look at the lunar flora blooming in the Alpha's private courtyard; my wolf refuses to even venture out into such oppressive light," Sorelle Mistfang transmitted digitally, uploading a lens-capture of the pristine, secured grounds directly into the Herbarium’s freshman network feed.The interface l
"Lady Blackwynd, if your wolf desires a confrontation, it will have to wait because I am on a strict tracking schedule and Alpha Vickon requires his silver wounds dressed immediately," Sorelle Mistfang barked, her scent flaring as she shoved past my shoulder to reach the heavy oak threshold.The le
"You will learn exactly what your place is when the High Council strips your title, stray," Sorelle Mistfang spat, her scent reeking of desperation as she darted down the corridor to escape the weight of my presence."I shall look forward to seeing your wolf attempt to survive the winter winds outs
"Your wolf despises the reality of your ancestry, Sorelle."Vickon’s pitch-black pupils fixed on the trembling female as she waited for his judgment, the heavy silence dragging out until the entire hall felt suffocating.I tilted my head, letting my silver eyes flash with a demanding, dangerous lig







