Her Pack Betrayed Our Fated Bond

After completing my pack training, I returned to find the Blue Moon Pack in chaos.

The sister I had raised and cared for was dead, killed by a newcomer—a girl Alpha Sophie had recently brought into the pack.

My former comrades, brothers who had once adored her, now spoke of her with disdain, calling her a disgrace to the pack.

But I remembered. I remembered the way they had doted on her, the way they had smiled at her antics.

So I took my time.

I broke their wrists, crushed their bones, and watched as they writhed in the dirt, their screams echoing through the forest.

When their fear was at its peak, I leaned down and asked, "Is this what it means to be part of a noble pack?"

"Do you deserve this pride?"

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The day I returned, the moment I stepped through the pack gates, several young warriors froze at the sight of me, their faces pale as if they’d seen a ghost.

I frowned, glancing down at my attire.

Black combat boots, fitted tactical gear, my hair tied back in a high ponytail, and my claws unsheathed.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

So why were they looking at me like that?

Shaking off the unease, I made my way toward the pack hall.

My name is Kaeli Munoz, Beta of the Blue Moon Pack.

Three months ago, I had left to undergo advanced combat training, pushing myself to become stronger.

Now that I was back, I needed to report to Alpha Sophie.

But the hall was empty.

Confused, I glanced around. This was usually the time she would be here, overseeing pack affairs.

"Kaeli?"

A familiar voice called out, filled with surprise and relief.

I turned to see Nixon Dunn, a young Gamma, striding toward me.

He was tall and lean, his sharp features softened by a boyish charm, his hazel eyes bright with excitement.

"You’re back!"

I nodded. "I came to see the Alpha, but she’s not here."

"Ah," Nixon said, thinking for a moment. "She’s probably at her private quarters this time of day.

You’d be wasting your time waiting here."

I didn’t question it, eager to finish my report and find Lucia.

I had brought her favorite pastries from the city.

"Then I’ll go to her," I said, nodding at Nixon before turning to leave.

He fell into step beside me, catching my questioning look with a grin. "I’ll come with you.

You just got back, and you’re already rushing off to see the Alpha. No time to check in on your favorite Gamma?"

Normally, I would have indulged his playful complaints. Among the younger members, Nixon and Lucia were the ones I tolerated most.

A small smile tugged at my lips as I reached into my bag and pulled out a sleek combat knife.

"I picked this up while I was away. It’s high-grade steel—should come in handy if you ever get into trouble."

Nixon’s eyes lit up as he took the knife, testing its weight in his hand. "Thanks, Kaeli!"

I nodded, then handed him a small, intricately designed keychain. "This is for Kolton. Drop it off for me on your way back."

He accepted it, his gaze lingering on my bag. "What’s that?"

I paused, then calmly closed the bag. "Lucia’s favorite pastries. She begged me to bring them before I left.

I’ll take them to her myself.

Speaking of, how’s her training been? Did she finally master that defensive move I taught her?"

At the mention of Lucia, Nixon’s face paled.

I frowned. "What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost."

Nixon swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. "Kaeli… Lucia… she’s…"

"What?"

He closed his eyes, his expression grim. "Lucia… she’s dead."

The bag slipped from my hand, the pastries spilling onto the ground.

My mind went blank, my legs threatening to give way.

Lucia… dead?