Scarlet was raised to lead and protect. But he was something no man could stop - a monster. In a story where fate is a curse, she can't escape a future defined by the Moon. He can't stop the consequences. He can't change the past. She can't forget i...
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Howls came in many variations - they could be a call to the pack, a prayer to the Moon, or a cry of anguish and despair.
Every note had a meaning.
Tonight, these notes meant war.
Death.
Soon, the howls transformed into cries. Men rushed outside, leaving the safety of the pack house to face a fate that was not certain.
The girl didn't close her eyes that night. She had been laying on her bed, haunted by the vivid memory of sending her father into the earth when she heard the warning.
Quickly, she slipped out of her room, sending a silent prayer to the moon as she exited toward the danger.
Curses following her footsteps as she thought of how unprepared she was for this attack.
At sixteen, she was already an alpha and about to go to war. How was she supposed to do that on her first day of rule? Just after burying her father?
The pack was not strong enough. She was not strong enough.
She shook her head to clear it from these thoughts and entered into the clearance where the house was nested. Then she saw them-warriors who had their canines bared against their opponents.
Without sparing another second to ponder over how a wreck of a day had become completely disastrous, the girl brought her blades up and jumped into the fight, aiming them at the first wolf that came at her.
Had they been watching? Did they wait for this moment to attack?
The girl puched forward, one of the silver edges sunk into flesh, the other missing its target by mere inches. A sinister sound of snapping bones rang from beside her.
She swung the blade that had missed again, driving it hard into the wolf's neck and ripped it out before spinning in the direction of the sound.
Her beta was gorged onto an opponent who had meant to attack her while she was busy with the wolf that was now lying dead at her feet.
The outsider wolf collapsed, then her right-hand man-or wolf in this case-let go and turned his gaze to her.
He gave her a victorious growl and a pang of regret tugged at her chest when she couldn't give a proper reply.
"Let's show the fuckers who they're dealing with!" She shouted instead then charged at another perpetrator, blades piercing the fur with intent to kill.
The wolf beside her ran on all four as she kept swinging her blades at one then another of the unfamiliar wolves, curses pouring out of her mouth.
A dozen more pack warriors ran into the clearing and joined the fight, flanking their alpha female.
Growls and blood gushed out and soaked the winter's night, only a few patches of white remaining as the snow coloring changed to crimson.
Another perpetrator was laying lifeless at her feet when the girl let her eyes trail over the clearing.
The outsiders were outnumbered by her pack warriors now. She sighed in relief, a little smile playing on her lips as she remained unaware of the real threat that was infiltrating the pack.
A second group of perpetrators, much larger than the one they were facing at the pack house, was making their way into the city.
