ra

constant, low hum of Alaric's presence that had been my comp

message from Seraphina, sent to the pack's public channel. A picture of her and Alaric in a high-rise apartment, the city lights t

ight in with my Alpha. Enjoy

e, "Noted," and

hem discussing the upcoming graduation hunt. It was

protective of Elara. A real 'big brother.' I once saw him chase an enemy scout across

ard. "He won't be coming," I repl

to the pack. Alaric, a stoic twelve-year-old, had walked right past me without a second glance. I woke up with tears stream

satchel full of his gifts and my shredded drawings downstairs. My plan was to ta

front door opened. Alaric and Seraphina w

His brow furrowed, and a flicker of his Alpha authori

my voice carefully neutral. "Use

t felt surprisingly light in his powerful grasp. Without even looking

estroyed," h

inside the bag as it hit the floor. It was a gift he'd broug

you will move into a suite in the main pack house. I will oversee your tra

other pack, a world away. He was still trying to contro

nodded

hat wind chime, I heard Seraphina's soft voice behind me. "Alari

e to hear. "She's an adult now. She needs to learn

words echoing in the hollow s

n, I would