The night passed with myself and the rogues making a tent at the edge of the Moonskin Pack entrance. Some members of the pack came out just to stare at our banners, to make sure what they heard and saw wasn’t just some show.
“Who would be crazy enough to challenge Alpha Aurelius?”
“But she killed Osiris didn’t she?”
All whispered in cottages, huts, and homes throughout the territory. Yet it wasn’t enough to create the impact I desired. Right now, I am just an underdog. One who hasn’t been acknowledged by the Alpha. A rejected mate taking the seat? As if.
They all doubted me before, it’s no surprise that they do, even now. I’ll show them soon enough.
Frankly, it’s not them I blame, rather it's the people responsible for ruling in such an uncaring manner. A lot of questions drown my tho
