The Moonless She-Wolf: Rejected By The Pack, Desired By The Alpha

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ver little mo

maybe, someday, the road wou

most laughable, but it was the

Ava Grey. Wolfless. Weak. The

from the pack's territory. Out here, there were no wolves, no ranks, no one looking down on me. Just people in a rush, running on

go out

ough my thoughts while I wipe

y week. Still, I liked being here. Because Lisa was here. She was my only real f

ning. My dad's ex

ointment stirred a small warmth i

e truth. My family wasn't

use every bit of money I didn't waste on gas went straight into paying off the debt from my beat-up Taurus. That old wr

etter than goi

together and do whatever we want, whenever we feel like

he parties, but for the chance to get away.

re. Not even if you were a flaw. Not even

ription, but I didn't have the time or the money for it. I was still wearing the same pair my mom had ch

dn't hav

out of the way. "I'd leave if I could, believe me. But s

you'd feel a lot better if you told your dad to back off

hinking felt l

sed. And even if he ever started treating me like an adult, all it would

but she never stopped for long. She kept bringing up apartments, schedules,

ho noticed how tightly

st person who a

put into words what I coul

ou badly. Who even do

, they did before they starte

ad would lift me onto his shoulders so I could reach for the sky. Jessa

e was lo

cold, and one day, he dragged me into the woods and left me t

ever

yed with me every night before I left. Part of her expected my Taurus to give

my hand and answered without hesitation, "If that ever ha

her more tha

e. She believed I came from a violent human household, and more than once, I

n't do anything

Sometimes, I let myself believe it could be my escape. Still, the thought scared me just as muc

I drove away from the bright lights of White Peak an

ight stretched long shadows between the trees. My grip tightened around the steering wheel until my knuckles t

f, I was noth

as a large figure bur

am

ross the road, the tires burning against the pavement. My head slammed for

e again, the road wa

t it. That had been one

, but they'd never go as far as killing me. A healer would al

. A sprain. Great. I forced my left hand to turn the ignition.

..." My voice shoo

in the dark. I almost expected a pair of g

ence and made me flinch. Slowly, I

o yellow lights hovered in t

re watc