Aurora watched from the treetops and crouched low on a thick branch secretly observing the pack and planning her break in. It was sad.

The last time she was here, Darius had a rope connecting the ceiling to his dangling body by the neck. Now, his body was ash and memory, and no one left behind seemed to know what the hell they were doing.

There was no Alpha. No Luna. No heir. Darius’s line ended with him and that kind of void, leaves a pack unraveling from the inside. She felt so much pity and guilt for the pack members. Hadn't he fallen in love with her, he wouldn't...