Ryder
The more she listened to Fena’s tail of Olive’s life here inside this pack at the hands of her Alpha’s heir, before she even knew what he was to her, then how it was after the scenting out, the angrier she got.
Little Olive had not spoken much and this was likely why; she lived a life of hell inside her own pack, but she hadn’t liked being starved either, and Ryder now thought that was because, regardless of the terrible treatment, everyone here was actually well-fed and kept healthy. That day she’d been dumped at their tent to die. She’d had wounds all over her, because like inside this very pack, her home pack, a place she should have been safe in but wasn't.
She’d defended herself with everything she and her wolf had, had. Likely from what she was hearing, her own wolf Nimbus
