Four years later
Lena knew the world wouldn’t end. That day she ran from her own pack. But something inside her did.
Lena sat with her hair down, cradling a warm cup of tea. The steam swirled in delicate patterns as she brought it to her lips.
A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the nearby trees, and the fragrant scent of blooming flowers filled the air.
She cherished days when she was alone, when she could truly unwind and relax.
The past was something she had buried, deep down where no one could find it—not even herself. But on evenings like these, her mind replayed her pain over and over again.
She was just twenty-one when she dove into that river—a wolf full of rage, hunted by the only family she’d ever known. Betrayed. Blamed. Alone. She closed her eyes, remembering the curren
