I tucked the bone pendant into the pocket closest to my heart and told no one what had happened over those seven nights.
It felt like a dream.
One that belonged only to me.
Until three days later, that dream shattered violently in front of me.
That day, all of Hollowmoor went into an uproar.
A team of messengers arrived with news that shook the entire territory.
Alpha Aric Thorne, leader of Blackpine—the most powerful pack in the Western Territory—had been ambushed at the border by the rogue Dorran. He had been struck with a silver blade coated in wolfsbane, and for a time, no one knew whether he would live or die.
Everyone thought he was dead.
But just as all the packs were preparing for a shift in power, he returned to Blackpine alive.
And then he issued an order.
He wanted to find the person who had saved him when he was on the brink of death.
No matter who that person was, they would be rewarded generously.
The medicine bowl in my hands crashed to the floor.
Aric.
The scent of pinewood and snow.
Amber eyes.
A silver blade laced with wolfsbane.
A rogue named Dorran who wanted his position.
The man I had guarded for seven nights, the man I had dragged back from death with my own hands—
was Alpha Aric Thorne.
The strongest and most feared Alpha in the entire Western Territory.
I froze where I stood, unable to move for a long time.
So those seven nights, the one I fed medicine to, changed bandages for, and watched over through fever and poison…
had not been some unknown wounded wolf.
He was the king of the West.
Alpha Aric Thorne.
The wolf countless werewolves would never even be allowed to meet.
For seven nights, I had held the life of the strongest Alpha in my hands.
And I hadn’t known.
"I told you his scent was wrong," Sorrel said softly in my mind, her voice carrying a certainty I couldn’t understand. "Wren, the wolf you saved was a true king."
But before I could recover from the shock, another voice rushed ahead of mine.
Seraphina.
Outside the infirmary, she stood surrounded by a crowd, her voice bright, sharp, and smug enough to fly.
"That’s why I was so mysterious those days and didn’t let anyone see me," she said with a laugh, covering her mouth delicately. "I was taking care of a badly injured stranger wolf. How was I supposed to know he was Alpha Aric? I simply couldn’t stand by and let someone die. I was the one who brought him back from the edge."
My blood went cold.
She was lying.
She was stealing what I had done.
And she did it perfectly.
She was the official Pack Doctor of Hollowmoor.
If she said she had treated an injured stranger wolf, outsiders had no reason to doubt her.
And as for those seven nights, I had slipped back from the herb cellar before dawn every day.
No one had seen me.
I had done it to avoid drawing attention.
Now that secrecy had become her opening.
During those seven nights, she had been asleep in her warm bed.
She didn’t even know which direction the cellar door faced.
Gamma Roderick stood beside his daughter, pride plain on his face.
Our Alpha, Conall, was flushed with excitement.
If Hollowmoor produced the one who had saved Alpha Aric, this poor little pack would finally have a way to climb up the strongest branch in the entire Western Territory.
I opened my mouth.
For one second, I wanted to say something.
But when I met the excited faces around me, I swallowed the words.
If I spoke, who would believe me?
A lowly Omega who had been trampled underfoot for over a decade?
Or the Gamma’s precious daughter?
"Watch your mouth."
Alpha Conall lowered his voice as he passed me.
"This is Hollowmoor’s chance to rise. If you dare ruin this for the pack with your nonsense, you won’t survive the night."
I tightened my fingers around the cold bone pendant in my pocket.
I said nothing.
Not because I accepted it.
Because I had already decided.
In a few days, I would take the money I had saved and leave this place.
Let Seraphina claim glory that didn’t belong to her.
This pack had never deserved the truth anyway.