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ive perfumes. It was the coming-of-age ball for Elara, the eldest daughter of the Alpha and Luna. Carriages from

eek at the ballroom?" Annie ask

id. It is a warding herb sachet for Lady Elara, to keep evil spirits away." A small gesture, but I nee

music from the grand hall drifted up to the roof. I slipped out of my attic window and climbed onto the sloping slate roof, making my way to the Goth

one gargoyle above me was a young man. He wore a crisp black tailcoat, his dark hair messy from the wind, and in the gloom, his eyes held a fixed,

powerful Alpha. A primal, deep-seated impulse urged me to drop my head, to bare the soft flesh of my throat in a ges

ocked, his voice a deep rumble that vib

p pine needles and cold iron. "Who are you to trespass on the i

lpha's Command. The sheer force of his aura pushed down on my shoulders like a physical weight, making my knees tremble even whil

eyes narrowing. "Future Alpha of th

law Pack was the strongest military force in the region. "I

are causing trouble in this pack, or making Elara sad, I will drag you into the forest and banish you as a Rogue myself." Rogues

appiness is none of my concern-but neither is her misery. I keep to the sha

ething shifted in his expression-not respect, but a flicker of curiosity, quickly smothered. He scoffed,

bitter taste in my mouth, but this encounter was different. He had looked at me not just with disdain, but with a strange i

ruins of a moon gate stood hidden in the thick fog. The damp earth softened my footsteps. As I neared the crumbling stone archway, my ears picked up the s

voice giggled. "You are

charming male voice replied. That was Julian, a noble

red suit. But as the wind shifted, it carried his scent directly to my nose. Werewolves relied on scent more than sight. Beneath Julian's expensive cologne, there was somet

ack wolf. It smelled like rotting leaves. The scent of a wolf with no pack, rank with the desperation of the

ng sweet promises to the Alpha's daughter. And Elara, the sweet, shel

d it carelessly, I would be blamed-the bastard Omega spreading poison about a noble War

ing myself in the process. But before I could act, I needed p