I watched as she slowly lost her beauty and strength to the hard life of living outside a pack. I was so young, that I eventually forgot what life was like before everything changed for us.
When Alpha Greystone raided our rogue compound, my mother was barely more than a shriveled husk. She was weak and dying. She didn't bother fighting. Instead, she offered me to the Alpha.
"Take him," she begged. "He's the son of a powerful Alpha."
Channing Greystone inhaled my scent and then had his Gamma, Lysander Moon, bring me into our pack as a foundling.
My mother didn't live much longer. She begged for the swift mercy of a blade rather than the slow death of a packless wolf.
I still remember the light fading from her eyes as she died, neither one of us able to look away.
"You look so much
