Wolfborn
We had left just about everything behind, and a sliver of hope remained.
As generous as Luna Yulia’s invitation was, we couldn’t depend on her hospitality forever. Our pack needed stability—a place to truly call home. With my newly elected beta, Sasha, at my side—a man as ruthless in battle as I was—I set out to survey the terrain, searching for the perfect location to rebuild. It had to be remote yet sustainable, a stretch of untamed wilderness where we could endure for years if necessary, even without electricity or running water, until we had the means to establish proper infrastructure.
From what I’d gathered, Alaska seemed largely lawless, which worked to our advantage. Not being a citi
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