The Wolfless Omega's Vow Of Revenge

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n. I forced my eyes to stay fixed on the two fresh mounds of earth, on the si

aining how to read a broken twig or the meaning of a bird's call. I could almost feel Mom's hand on my shoulder, her warmth a shield

polished stone of tribute. He spoke of their bravery, their sacrifice for the Gloomfang Pac

d respectful whispers a symphony of grief that grat

uds. *They taught me you were just, Moon Goddess,* I thought, a bitter prayer forming in my mind

n to file past the graves, each placing a smooth, white sto

e water. I stumbled, and a warm, st

od, the Alpha's son, said softly. His voice

ughter, squeezed my hand. Her eyes were red-r

rmth in my frozen world. But even their presence c

fingers closing not around a cold, hard stone, but around the fragile pet

judgment a heavy weight in the air. I ignored them. I placed the slightly crush

I whispered, the wor

a cold, calculating assessment, the way a man might evaluate a tool to see if it was still use

to tell a stupid joke, the way he always did when he thought I was sad, but the words fell flat in the heavy air. Li

lone for a bit," I s

of the pack's caretakers. His face was a mask of confusion and fear. He was only ten. He ne

trength shattered. I fell to my knees before the graves, my body wracked with silent, tearless sobs. I prayed aga

The clouds, impenetrabl

be weak. I would not rely on a silent goddess or the cold charity of an Alpha. I

s. As I gave the graves one last look, my grief hardened

ght, my eyes fixed on the uncertain path ahead. I didn't know t

d beside him. "She's strong," the

is irrelevant. Her first shift is two years from now. If