I remember the day I met them, clear as yesterday. My body was still healing, strong now but with scars I couldn't see, wounds the Alpha King had helped close. I had no home, no pack, no purpose. Just a deep hurt inside.
I decide to leave even though l wasn't chased away. l needed to find myself. l remember 3 men. They looked a bit like me – strong, a bit watchful, with eyes that held old pain. We were an unlikely team but we just bonded on a bar.
We talked for hours that day. We sat on rough benches, sharing stories that dug deep inside. Peter had lost his whole pack to a fire. Rio's family was taken by rogue wolves. Amol had been betrayed by his own brother. We were all broken pieces, walking alone.
But as we talked, something new started to grow. A small spark. We saw ourselves in ea
