Forsaken Omega
I tilted my head slightly, silence warmed the air “Unless Ivy provoked her.”
A murmur rippled through them.
“She left this pack under scandal,” I pressed. “Five years ago. Returned without warning, and within days… our Luna is dead.”
The pattern was simple, and people always believe patterns.
“It cannot be coincidence,” I said.
They were listening now, truly listening.
“Ivy is a bad omen,” I whispered. “Cursed, Forsaken. Look at what follows her.”
Death. Division. Foreign interference.
“She brought an outsider Alpha into our territory,” one of them muttered.