Wolves of winter hollow
Just like hers—though I didn’t know who she was.
Downstairs, the training yard was already alive with movement. Warriors sharpening blades, brushing pelts, preparing to impress the elders under tonight’s blood moon. I passed them quietly, head high, shoulders straight. But the whispers never stopped.
Whispers from parents to children. From the young wolves to the old ones.
“Do you know that the Beta was found in the snow? Like a cursed thing.”
“Alpha Blaine just took her in to save face.”
“How could she even become the Beta?”
Bab Populer