Ding-Dong, the Alpha's Dead
Three months after the mysterious disappearance of my Alpha mate during his patrol, I found him in a bar near the border. He was cuddling his childhood friend, a she-wolf, laughing smugly.
"I wanted to get rid of Bethany for ages! Thanks for giving me the idea to enjoy the freedom I've been looking forward to for a long time."
The she-wolf nestled delicately against his chest, feeding him wine with her mouth.
She asked him when he was planning to return—his answer was nonchalant. "I'll enjoy myself for another week and go back once Bethany's gone mad. That'll teach her not to be such a micromanager!"
His close friends all praised them.
"Great move! After this, the Luna will obey your every word."
"The witch's disguise potion is so useful. No one recognized you all this time!"
No one noticed me hiding in the shadows, watching how carefree he was.
I called the pack's elder; using my position as the Luna, I announced that the Alpha was dead and that it was time to prepare for the election of the next Alpha.