The Alpha-Consort’s Betrayal:Her Stolen Nesting Grounds

I was sipping my afternoon moon-tea when a scry-post caught my eye.

"My son was born right here in Northbridge Territory—and the moment he arrived, the pack matron gifted him eight nesting grounds and three market-dens!"

"His sire's already set aside 6.6 pounds of moon-gold for him. Any sweet she-wolves out there interested in becoming my future daughter-in-bond?"

The post was spreading like wildfire through the glamour-net. Tens of thousands of scent-marks and howls of approval.

I almost scrolled past—just another she-wolf fishing for attention—until I zoomed in on the images.