I suppressed my Alpha scent with rare herbal compounds, concealed the Ashvale bloodline markings that glowed faintly under moonlight, and shook off his shadow sentinels along the way. I settled at the foot of this mountain in the borderlands, where no wolf of standing would think to look.
That was when I met Seraphina Blackthorn. She was running in human form along the ridgeline, dark hair streaming behind her, a smile playing at the corner of her lips. Her scent hit me before I even saw her face. One look, and I fell hopelessly in love.
I hid my identity from her, and she told me only that she was a rogue she-wolf wandering the territories. With the Moon Goddess as our witness, we became mates.
We had no Blood Circlet or moonlit ceremony, but tending the herb garden and running the tree line side by side, we were happy.
Now the den was destroyed, and I was locked away in that isolation den.
The only glimpse of the outside world I could steal was through a crack in the corner of the wall.
A few women passed by on the road, whispering about the mating ceremony at the Stormfang estate.