That.
That is exactly why I cannot allow the pack to see what she truly is.
Rumors will spread about her saving the western edge from the fire. I can dismiss those as exaggerations. Panic makes wolves dramatic.
But if more members of my pack—elders, ranked warriors, those who hold influence—witness her power up close?
If they sense even a fraction of her dominance and begin whispering that she stands above their Alpha—
The entire hierarchy fractures.
My pack is built on order.
On strength.
On the unshakable image that I am the strongest thing walking within these borders.
If that image cracks, even slightly, challengers will rise.
That is why she is staying in the old family house—my father’s former residence.
It is practically hidden. Abandoned. Forsaken. No one goes there will
