ALERIC
My life had become a relentless machinery of paperwork and logistics, all thanks to an accidental empire.
Taking over another pack was never on my to-do list, and absorbing three hundred displaced, traumatized wolves without a blueprint was a special kind of hell. The Rufous Moon had been rotting from the inside out long before I put Sebastian in the dirt; the infrastructure was a joke, the security was nonexistent, and stabilizing the territory fell entirely on my shoulders. We had to rapidly expand the Howling Moon’s borders just to fit them all.
Ironically, the survivors treated me like a savior—a twisted irony considering I was the monster who had leveled their home. Roughly twenty percent of them packed up and fled within the first week, choosing the uncertain life of rogu
