The Alpha's Forgotten Luna
Anger could be met head-on.
Silence required patience… and patience demanded time I wasn’t certain we had.
Everett stepped past the boundary marker first, his posture straightening slightly as his boots crossed onto familiar territory. He paused briefly, scanning the surrounding trees, listening for movement, scenting the air with instincts sharpened over decades.
“Patrols will have sensed us already,” he said quietly.
He was right.
Even before his words finished settling, movement appeared ahead—shadows shifting between trees, then emerging into view with practiced caution. Two patrol wolves stepped forward, their expressions alert but controlled, their bodies tense until recognition regist