The Crescent Heir
Demiurgosworthless to priceless: the alpha's rejected matemated to the beastly alphabetrayed by an alpha, claimed by a lycan king
There was also a note, folded small, written in Angelic script and Anna's ancient language:
"Three clicks, two steps, right turn, dead down."
Anna frowned, her exhausted mind struggling to process. A riddle? Instructions? Then she read the second part:
"Ursa Minor, rift's end, under the auroras. Where Earth meets sky. —Bug"
Her mind raced, neurons firing faster than they had in days. Ursa Minor—the northern constellation, the guiding star her people had followed for generations. Her birth pack lived beneath those stars. But the rifts lay far beyond their settlement, in the dangerous wilderness where few wolves dared venture. "Where earth meets sky..."