Claimed by My Fiance’s Savage Alpha Uncle
The stakes were everything—my pack’s survival, and whatever sliver of influence and respect I’d managed to carve out for myself within it.
Everything was riding on the first major shipment of supplies from Storm Howl to Moon Tide. Medicine, preserved food, seed stock. It wasn’t charity; it was the first transaction in what I prayed would be a lasting partnership.
Then Zita vanished.
Zita was the tough, no-nonsense she-wolf from Moon Tide I’d put in charge of coordinating the cross-pack logistics on our end. She knew the routes, the contacts, the paperwork. She was supposed to check in at the border outpost two days ago to finalize the handoff. She never showed up. Her phone went straight to
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