Betrayed By The Alpha: The Spirit Luna Returns

arters, powerless as a ghost, watching my f

that a simple medici

ay for it. He was too busy dining with hi

arrived, there

ike a bag of trash and tossed her into

y woods, thinking I was alive and watching.

at his suit, but my hands

rth to a son. But the baby was b

marrow graft from the White

e. He looked toward

commanded his warriors. "Her bo

r daughter's corpse to sa

gue who had secretly stolen Em

nd tell Annis to stop spoofing her cre

h cold pity and threw a cor

't in Euro

llow grave for six months. You

pte

is

t felt like winter had settled deep inside my bones, or what was left of them

the place where the Pack threw the weak, the sick, and

mmy

was burning. I could see the fever flushing her pale cheeks. It was the Pre-shift fever. For a normal pup, this was a celebration. It meant

to grab her hand, trying to smooth

ly, buzzing like an angry hornet, b

es and regrets, tethered to this cursed la

e looked at Emma, and her face crumpled. She tapped her tem

ws instant communication. But since I was dead, I could only hear the echoes of

mma. She is convulsing. The fever is too hi

voice was a deep baritone that used to make my heart flutt

echoed in the room, cold and detache

ght without it, Martha

Moonflower extract costs a fortune. I will not waste Pack resources on a failed bloodline. Let nature take its co

k snapp

er! I'm not in Europe! I'm dead! She is your daughter!

ed ten degrees, frost creeping up t

n. She called for me one last time, her voice a broken whisper.

ars that wouldn't fall burning

later when Elr

s entire building. He didn't look sad. He looked annoyed. He held a box of

artha had laid Emma out. He did

ight of the Alpha Command-a power that forces lower-rank

spered, pointing to the small bun

ewhere. She's been spoofing her location for months to avoid m

"Annis hasn't been seen since the Win

rward and ripped

ked so small. So fragile. There was

. "No wolf spirit. Jus

my spirit roar with a rage so pot

e was a piece of dirty laundry. He turned and walked out the back door, toward the

after him. I grabbed at his arm, but my fin

the smell of ash was strong. Stray, feral dogs were alr

osse

ed my baby girl onto the cold concrete s

" Elroy

f dominance, smelling of ozone and storm clouds. The feral

the empty woods. "Stop hiding! Your lit

here! I am right here! I'm dead, you blind fool! And y

ugh me. His eyes wer

ll moon," Elroy threatened the silence, "I

heel and marche

ill twisted and active, I was yanked forward. An invisible chain wrapped ar