Blaming the Alpha for Our Daughter’s Death

My daughter had just conquered the pack's final combat training, a feat that deserved celebration. Her father took her out to mark the occasion, but the night took a dramatic turn.

Later at night, Charlotte suddenly called me, her voice trembling as she recounted how her father abandoned her outside our pack’s territory after receiving a mysterious call from a woman.

I urged her to get home quickly, but before she could, a familiar sound echoed through the phone. My heart stopped—Charlotte had been shot with a wolfsbane-laced bullet.