Three Years Later
Three years is a lifetime when you are no longer who you once were.
Transitioning from Alpha and Luna to something as ordinary as a regular pack member felt like being skinned alive—layer by layer, pride by pride, until nothing remained but the raw truth underneath. For someone born Alpha-blooded, power isn’t an ambition; it’s a birthright that lives in the marrow. But my wolf no longer cared for birthrights. He wanted something else from me. Something that gutted me deeper than any wound ever could.
I thought losing my mate and my pup was the end of pain. I was wrong.
The end came when my wolf decided I had not suffered enough.
During mandatory stabilization training—what the council calls compulsory discipline for wolves unstable after trauma—my wolf refused to coo
