Chapter 43: Primal Protection
(Steven's POV)
The Moon Shadow Tavern was packed like it always was in the evenings. The usual noise of talking wolves and the clinking of crystal glasses filled the air, but none of it mattered to me tonight.
My ears caught every word from the corner of the room. A group of lower-ranking wolves was sitting too comfortably, their conversation grating on my patience.
"She's just a healer," one sneered. "Why did the Alpha King even choose someone like her? All she can do is patch up wounds and glow a bit. No real strength. Just a political decision."
My hand tightened on the crystal goblet in front of me. My wolf perked up at the insult, ears sharp and alert.
"Not surprised she ran off," another one chimed in. "Probably thought she could be like Luna
