**NERO POV**
“Crossing pack lines alone is suicide, Nero.”
I didn't care.
I'd masked my scent with nightshade and ash. Old trick. Should work on most wolves.
But Riverside Pack weren't most wolves. They were hunters. The best trackers in the region.
Still, I was the Dark Alpha.
And I needed to see where my runaway mate thought she could hide from me.
I moved through the trees. Through the bond, I felt her getting weaker. The separation was killing her slowly.
I reached the edge of her family's property. Stayed in the shadows.
And watched.
They were celebrating. Her whole f*****g family were drinking and Laughing. Music playing loud enough to wake the dead.
On the table, I saw the Moonstone seal. The payment letter. Blood money.
They'd spent it all before even confirming she was
