The wolf who sent those messages is named Petra.
She's twenty-four, a mid-rank enforcer, three years in the pack. She was one of Dario's closest friends — the beta they found dead at The Den. She blames Sienna for his death in that specific, irrational way that grief looks for the nearest target and decides it's a cause.
I find her at the eastern training post at midnight, and she knows the second she sees my face that I know.
To her credit, she doesn't run. She stands there with her chin up, this young wolf who has lost her friend and is furious at the wrong person, and she looks me in the eye.
"She doesn't belong here, Alpha," Petra says. "She's a groupie. A Luna Chaser. She walked into The Den looking for a wolf to play with, and now she's sleeping in your lodge while the rest of us
