Chapter 3

The maid couldn’t suppress the frown tugging at her lips as she overheard the careless exchange between

father and son.

The **Silver moon Pack’s territory stretched vast and wild, but with such size came peril. Its borders, rugged and unforgiving, were a haven for rogues.. feral wolves lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Patrolling these borders wasn’t a task taken lightly.

It was grueling, treacherous work that most wolves avolded at all costs.

Yet, for nearly half a year, Luna had volunteered to shoulder the burden.

She braved those dangers without hesitation, enduring hardships few could imagine.

What’s more, Arnold and Nora hadn’t seen each other in months.

The maid, ever loyal, spoke cautiously. “Alpha, you should contact her. Luna looked so sad when she left…”

Arnold merely scoffed, his lips curling into a dismissive smile.

“Her wolf is too weak to take care of itself for a few days.”

Without another word, he turned and strode back to his den.

**Angry?**

The idea seemed laughable.

Nora. .the meek, soft–hearted woman who wouldn’t even raise her voice–angry?

Absurd.

Later, in the dim glow of his study, Arnold ran his fingers along the sealed envelope she’d left behind.

He was just about to tear it open when his phone buzzed.

Linda.

Without hesitation, he tossed the envelope onto the desk and answered the call.

After I left. Alpha father and son went cr

Chapter 3

The conversation stretched longer than he’d intended, and as the minutes ticked by, the forgotten letter

remained untouched.

A cool breeze slipped through the open window, stirring the paper until it fluttered silently to the floor, landing out of sight beneath the heavy wooden desk.

Arnold didn’t come home that night.

Far away, in the backseat of a car, Nora counted her belongings.

She’d amassed a small fortune over the years.. not through luxury or privilege, but through hard, backbreaking work.

Devoting herself to the harshest and most exhausting tasks in the pack had left her with little time, or desire, to spend money.

gifts.. thoughtful tokens for Arnold and Alex..and as a result, her savings. had quietly grown.

her card

Luna, but it

time she arrived at the modest home she once called her own, exhaustion weighed heavily

limbs.

of travel and sleepless nights took their toll, and the moment she collapsed onto

night she’d had in

battled with

that kept her up..nights spent rocking him in her arms until the sun peeked over the horizon.

relentless

ambushes and attacks had left her nerves frayed, her body permanently wired for danger.

that as Luna,

had only smiled, her

proud of me as his mom,” she had said.

son went

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woke, the

back

she pulled hock the curtains, warming the

first time in years, the weight pressing

the small house, sweeping away dust

as she finished,

“Ding, ding”

skipped

blare of her cell phone alarm startled

before recalling the purpose of that ringtone.. it was her reminder

sharp and

day of Alex’s birth had been

hemorrhaged on the delivery table, her body trembling

labor had stretched over twenty–four grueling hours.

worst, yet against all odds, Alex had been born

miracle in itself

came with

frail but alive, Nora

his health.

over every detail, and making

Alex had been a playful child, constantly

was through daily phone calls.. calls that served both as reminders and opportunities to chat, to

alarms to make sure she wouldn’t forget to call, especially on days when exhaustion Trom work threatened to overtake

those calls had been precious,

chatter endlessly, his sweet, childlike voice

even the smallest details

things had

faded, replaced by short, distracted replies.

shorter, and his tone shifted from warmth

had sensed it then..

mom, wasn’t he? Someone soft

wouldn’t need

tugged at

the alarm, silenced her

was time to get out and clear her head.

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