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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 the two large men.Perhaps Gabe told them about the nature of my visions, having witnessed more than a few. Or, maybe Leon's faith was truly as steadfast as he claimed. Regardless, they put their faith in me and hung on my every word.I wish there were more for me to share. It was enough, for now. They'll be more prepared for an attack than if we'd said nothing, Arya countered, still pacing. She might have spoken a good game of confidence, but I sensed it. Her restlessness was just as bad as mine. We both wanted to protect Wayfinder and everything it stood for.That night, and every night after, I tried to force another vision, a continuation or a prequel to the destruction that still haunte

The full moon shone high above the Snow Fork Mountains. The sound of Wayfinder's baying wolves filled the night with jubilation as the full moon revelry began. The new wolves were welcomed into Wayfinder and slipped into a natural rhythm. Most were young wolves who were ousted from their packs for various reasons. More wolves my age, with stories like mine. The only reason they fell in line with the rogue alpha was from fear and intimidation. Wayfinder offered them a different path. This was their first full moon run with the pack, so Arya and I stayed at the back to keep watch over them and the others. Even though we were similar in age, I couldn’t help feeling protective of them. Many were weaker wolves. Deltas, Gammas, Thetas. A few omegas. I saw what could have been in their eyes. If that rogue alpha had found me instead of Leon, I would have been one of them. Or, more than likely, that alpha would have killed me. To eliminate the threat of another alpha taking control.Thank you

“There, just ahead. Those are the herbs we need,” Gabe called out, jabbing his finger toward a small clearing off the path. “Should be more than enough to last us all winter.” “I’ll start scouting good forage—” “No.” I silenced Mattias with a stern head shake. “We don’t have time to cherry-pick which herbs have a better color or longer stem. This is life or death for all of us and our people down the mountain. We grab what we can and sort once we’re safely back in camp.” Gabe nodded, grunting, “She’s right. At the end of the day, it won’t matter. A mediocre purple nettled blossom is better than nothing. Fill your satchels.” “Give me two, I’ll scout deeper.” I held out my hand to Mattias, who reluctantly relinquished two of his satchels. “And you, give me three. You’re slower than he is.” Gabe scoffed, his dark brows furrowed as he dug his heels into the light dusting of snow. “I’m not.” “Don’t argue with me right now!” I snapped. “This isn’t the moment for pride. If you carry all

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

"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