The Playboy King's Mate

The scent of damp earth and pine filled the air as you ran, your lungs burning and legs aching. Beside you, your six-year-old sister, Harper, giggled, chasing after a fleeting white rabbit. “Harper, stop running! I mean it now!” you called out, the familiar mix of exasperation and deep affection for your little sister swirling within you.

You had only been in your uncle's pack in Norway for two months since leaving London after your mother’s death. The move was her last wish, a chance for a new start, but you still felt like an outsider, navigating unfamiliar territory.

Suddenly, Harper shrieked, halting abruptly ahead of you. A low, guttural growl echoed through the trees, followed by more. Fear, cold and sharp, pierced through your exhaustion. You scooped Harper into your arms, holding her trembling body close. Where were you? Had you unknowingly crossed a pack border?