I had survived Alpha Cally's betrayal.
I had survived the Lycan King.
I had survived the Krackans.
Now I stood in a settlement with no Alpha, no Pack laws, and no idea whether I would still be alive by the next sunrise.
As I sat on the edge of the wooden bed, I slowly adjusted the embroidered white robe they had dressed me in.
It was unlike anything the Whitewolf Pack would ever make.
Instead of displaying the crest of an Alpha, the fabric carried countless hand-stitched symbols of wolves, antlers, arrows, and moons. It was beautiful in a wild, untamed way.
It felt wrong wearing it.
It felt like I had stolen another woman's life.
The bandage around my thigh throbbed beneath the robe.
Carefully, I peeled back one corner of the cloth covering the wound.
The cut was deeper than I
