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
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